This week's word unraveled a mystery for me. Around forty-two years ago, give or take a year, I wanted to be a scientist, or a biologist, or an astronaut. My Ma always told me I could be any thing I wanted, so a ten to twelve year old kid had to experiment a lot, to try and find his life's work. My folks had given me a chemistry set for Christmas, and one January day I was trying to get the chlorophyl out of a leaf that soon would have no color.
I really don't know what happened next but suddenly I had a blazing fire on the area rug in my bedroom. I went tearing through the house hollerin' for Ma, cuz' I KNEW she'd know what to do. Sure enough she folded the rug up against itself and the fire smothered itself right out! My days of using my chemistry set for experiments in the house were no more.
I decided pretty soon after that that I didn't want to be a chemist after all. I wanted to be a fireman!
1 comment:
Gosh, Rick. From chemist to fireman to electrician...that's an interesting jump.
I was a poor science student, but science class did teach me that life is one big experiment and it's up to us to learn from it every day.
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