A Prayer
A prayer for our young friends, if you please.
I have, over the years, watched college students -- smart people, all of them -- do over-the-top things to prove a point.
Sober. Rational sounding. Completely serious. Teachable moment stuff.
And, in the process of scouring the landscape for IQ points, navigating their way carefully around the boulders of wisdom blocking their paths.
These kids won't always be stupid. Right about now, I'm guessing one or more of them is trading in a couple of IQ tokens for a +5 wisdom card.
Yeah, take a moment to chuckle over bright kids with a temporary case of the stupids, and then consider that these guys are going to be serious future advocates of gun safety.
Consider, if you will . . .
I'm sixty years old. I'm alert and aware in any activity that involves navigation, e.g. driving and the like. I took great care when teaching my kids to drive, to instruct them in the business of predicting what other drivers will do, based on "body language" of other vehicles. I taught them that the best way to avoid an accident is simply not to be there when it happens.
There was a moment, though, when I almost didn't make it to sixty. I had just turned twenty-three. I was a crewman on a training vessel, a converted WWII minesweeper. I was learning various navigation skills. On the night in question, I was helping teach some new guys.
A momentary lapse in alertness exposed us to a near collision. We were in deep water in the middle of the night. Chances are, if we'd gone down, more than half the crew would have been lost.
I got a little closer to real adulthood that night, and during the months that followed, regaining the trust of the crew.
Some of us do some acutely stupid things and live through them. Some of us were not born wise, but came by it the hard way.
These lads are going about it the hard way.
If they make it through, they will one day be guys you want on our side.
So, pray for them, that the wisdom they need does not cost them too dear.