Friday, October 28, 2005



Okay. I don't understand it. The need for danger. Everything in my mother's soul says NO!! However, I do understand the necessity for danger, even though my mother's soul weeps at that necessity.
That said. My quietest son became both a rock climber and a scuba diver in his twenties. Whatever the need, he thrived on it. He doesn't do either anymore. He is a father, and a husband, and one of the two seems to have made him give up things he loved to do, in exchange. I don't ask.


1 comment:

puddle said...

No, thank goodness, not him. He did use gear (and even then I tried not to think about what he was doing. . . .)

listener, maybe we owe those more who came into being by our choice?