By the desk in my office I have an old red fan with one of those metal ‘covers’ made specifically to be a hazard to anyone who accidentally (or not so accidentally) sticks their finger in there while it’s running. And, I will admit, I have done that before, and it did not feel good.
What’s cool about those old fans is that they have an art deco style and bring to mind memories of the old private detective movies I used to enjoy watching as a kid. You won’t find them around stores these days, however; there are too many injury lawyers out there ready to sue after the first scratch of the blade.
I occasionally use my fan in the summer when the heat is too much even for the air conditioner, but most of the time, it sits on the shelf along with other memorabilia from times past. I like it because it reminds of the ‘Good ‘ole days’ and helps to give my office that ‘Look’.
As I sit at my desk tonight looking over at that old red fan and listening to Glenn Miller playing in the background, the Mrs is in the kitchen baking cupcakes for our grandson’s birthday party tomorrow and I’m reminded of God’s blessings over the years that have led me to where I am today. Even though the road has been full of potholes, sharp curves, roadblocks, and frightening moments when it seemed as though there was no way forward, the road today seems much different; It’s more like a wide-open West Texas road with plenty of sunshine ahead. To look back at the challenges past only brings thankfulness as the pain that came with them grows further and further away.
So, tonight here’s to the simple things in life that remind us how blessed we truly are. It may not be an old red fan sitting on the shelf next to your desk, but if it takes you back to a simpler time and helps you appreciate what you have today, then it’s a good thing and something to hold onto. Because, we won’t be around forever and the longer we live, the more we’ll learn to appreciate the simpler things of life as it’s they which help us to hold onto the good memories and to let go of the past pains until they’re just a distant memory in the rearview mirror…