Think Before You Leap

Running the Marathon Course in Antarctica

Running the Marathon Course in Antarctica

There are a few times I have taken a leap of faith. A few I recall that fall under that category include going to Antarctica to run a marathon, climbing huge mountains where every step is a leap of faith and then publishing a book about these adventures.  While these are special memories, in hindsight there were plenty more , such as choosing a profession, undertaking my first job, buying my first car, first home, marrying and raising a family are leaps of faith, too. There are mistakes made along the way, times you wing it, and many times you learn the hard way.  As you mature you try to be wiser, more precautions, and think things through. At times we become survivors, and hopefully more than that—I for one believe we should do something more with our God given talents, and help others as much as our strength allows.

Every day I learn something new. Growing up I was not surrounded by very much technology. We had a radio, electricity and a party line telephone. In my childhood it was waste not want not, and save your pennies for a rainy day. The radio didn’t blast all day, it went on in the morning for weather and at night for the news and that was monitored by my father. Television came much later at our home. We turned lights on when we entered a room and we didn’t stay up all night, we followed the slogan, early to bed and early to rise. The telephone was shared by several families and out of respect for others the phone was for grownups and their calls were quick and to the point. Long distance phone calls were quite the treat and happened very rarely and so were shared.

My aunt and uncle lived across the country in Oregon, every once in a while my aunt would call. Through a message sent in letter writing our family including my aunt and grandmother who lived nearby would know when my aunt Doris from Oregon would call. My grandmother and Aunt Flossie who lived in their home nearby and our family in our home would sit around for the telephone to ring.  Then my aunt would pick up her phone and my father would pick up our phone and the rest sat in anticipation for the end of the conversation when we each got a chance to say a few words. Everyone listened until the phone was hung up and the message would be shared by the one person listening to the conversation. My grandmother who centered on the reason the phone calls came could not answer the phone as she was deaf. She was one of the smartest, kindest people I ever knew.

But now I have leaped into the commuter age, the cell phone age and the digital age. It has changed drastically due to the publishing my book and I find this all so new and exciting.  Sometimes it means learning so much so quickly. I thank my editor/publisher consultant, every day for her patience. There is so much to learn for old hats like me. Perseverance and the will to learn is the only way.