Snipitz - The Great Yo Yo Incident.

The projectionist is warming up the projector and slipping the highlight and blooper reel onto the spindle...

threading the celluloid film through the proper path...

past the lamp and onto the take up reel.

He is ready to flip the switch and allow us to see the film...

As those that have been in my life take their places in the theater showing room...they mill around quietly gabbing.

Arms full of fresh buttered popcorn, Twizzlers, Junior Mints, Milk Duds and other assorted goodies.

The Pepsi is cold and the cup is full as they place it in the cup holder and take their seats...

The light on the screen begins to flicker and soon the house lights dim...

A hush falls over the crowd...

and those in attendance watch the preview reels... .

It indeed will be a good time for all... .EXCEPT

For the star of the show...

ME.

I am the reluctant star, about to watch his life play out for all to see...

The feature film in this ongoing series is simply titled...€Choices€

the show begins with our star... standing in the living room of my parents home...

I had just received a brand new blue Yo-Yo!!!

I was so excited!!! I moved the yo-yo up and down on the fine piece of rope that dangled from the plastic loop that was around my index finger.

I laughed and watched as it went down and up... down and up... .down and €..darn it!!! I exclaimed.

And then start to wind the string around the center post only to start the process all over again.

After repeating this for what seemed like hours to my young mind... .I had a brilliant idea.

One that I thought would be all kinds of fun!!!

looking around I noticed my older sister was no linger in the room...

Mom and dad were outside talking to the neighbor... .I smiled as I took advantage of my freedom and began to slowly twirl the outstretched yo-yo on my finger... over and over I twirled it on raised arm over my head.

I could hear the wind whistling through it as I increased the speed €..

until the yo-yo resembled more of the blades of a helicopter just before lifting off the ground.

I thought to myself €œThis is so much more fun than just watching it go up and down€

I smiled with boyish glee as I pretended to be Roy Rogers twirling his lasso ready to rope a steer...

in my mind I was gracefully riding... .nearing the wayward steer...

as I approached riding fast... I flung my lasso forward... .watching it arch towards...

the BRAND new storm windows my dad had just installed.

As imagination gave way to reality...I realized this was NOT the old west and that was NOT a steer...

as the pretty blue projectile shot through the air... whistling as it went... I knew the next sound I heard would be the shattering of glass...

And so it came...

and as the sound reverberated through the house and out into the yard I knew one thing...

age 5 or 6 is way to young to die... ..

I stood there transfixed at the sight of the sparkling falling shards of glass...

in slow motion moment worthy of the best Hollywood movie crash... .I watched as my once blue toy became an instrument of destruction.

I could hear my parents impending arrival... .and the words of my dear sweet older sister...

€œI told you you shouldn't be twirling that above your head€ she cried out €œMom and Dad are going to KILL you€

If my memory is any good at all I swear those last words were said with a little too much joy in her voice.

I wanted at that very moment to crawl into a hole...

I wanted desperately to have one of those black holes that they carried in old bugs bunny cartoons... One that I could pull out and through on the and jump into... only to end up in china...

Its ok I thought I can learn the language and I do LOVE sweet and sour pork!

As we go through life we make choices...

LOTS and lots of choices. Some are big...but most are small...seemingly inconsequential, more of the mundane choices like what to have for dinner? What do I wear today? And Just how many shots of espresso IS to much in a day? (for the answer to this last one check out snipitz €“ one shot to many.)

If we were to actually stop and count the number of decisions we make every day I sure our minds would soon explode... the number would be overwhelming and yet me make them...

Often without blinking an eye... without really giving it a conscious thought.

Most of the time these choices have no real long term affect on our lives...

but OTHER times... .

We make the choices like I did that morning. The memory of which still reverberates to this very day.

We have been gifted with the ability to have 20/20 hindsight. The ability to look back at our choices and decide if they are good ones ore bad ones.

As I type today I am painfully aware of the many many choices that I have made that just did not quite work out the way I wanted them to.

I look back at the things I have done and see with a new understanding just how these things shaped who I have become. I see how the path that I have chosen has lead me to the place I am now. I can watch the playback reel of Dales life and witness the changes that were made.

I guess I can best equate my life to that of bread dough... .each decision. Each choice shaping...kneading the precious dough... helping to form it...

to let it take shape.

All of these choices another knead of the dough...

another reshaping of the image...

all affecting how the final product will look.

My choices have in someway made me the father, son, brother or friend that stands before you know..

the man who writes more about his bloopers than his highlights... .

cause, truth be told we would all rather watch a good comedy or blooper reel than the over the top drama of real life.

My blooper reel is long and full of times of laughter and tears. It is full of heartwarming moments and times of heartbreak.

Each time the dough rises... .only to have it punched down and then to let it start rising again.
You have the same reel being made about YOU too. One that is there showing the good things and the bad...

Showing times when your choices were between good and bad or even the choice between what is good and was is even better. And so it goes...

rise and punch... rise and punch..until God puts your dough into the oven...to let it bake into YOU.

I would love to say that on that day as the last remnants of what was once my parents storm window stood shattered in the frame that my parents were like June and Ward Cleaver and that I was the precocious little boy Beaver...

That was not the case. My dad was livid as well he should have been.

Did I neglect to tell you that he specifically told me NOT to spin the yo-yo over my head?

He knew his son... ..

he knew my proclivity for mischief and he tried to ward off the inevitable.

I don't exactly remember what the consequences of my actions were that day but I do remember a window being replaced.

I do know that I did not die that day... .

and I also know that at age 50... ..every one of my three kids has heard that story from their Grandfather.

Where once I looked at that story and winced... I now can look at it an laugh.

As my my reel flickers to a close on this series I listen while the room is filled with laughter and and applause...

I watch as people leave my life theater and smile. I do love it so when people smile.

EVERYTHING and I do mean that EVERYTHING... shapes you to make YOU...

a unique person full of choices that are waiting for you to find the humor... to see past your imperfections to see the beauty of God's creating...YOU.

And so the house lights go down...the projector hums to a stop and the bulb fades...

soon another reel will be made and we will all gather for another sequel of the Adventures of Dale...

and somewhere in heaven God is taking another loaf of bread out of the oven of life...

He looks at this silly...misshapen... loaf of golden brown bread that is you or me... .

and with a smile He exclaims... ..€PERFECT€

@kiwibird
Alison Stewart @kiwibird ·

I got all the visuals on this one, and the lessons behind it! Thank you for sharing!

kbird

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