"...What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." - James 4:14
When The Flying Curmudgeon was a child, his father was in the Navy and spent a lot of time away at sea. For a long time, he hardly ever saw his father.
The Flying Curmudgeon always swore that if he ever had a family, he would be home more than his father was. Unfortunately, in his job as an airline pilot, TFC often finds that he is a guest in his own house.
Last year, when his oldest son graduated from high school, this was his class song. Watching him march off with this classmates in his cap and gown, holding onto his diploma, the sound of John Ondrasik's piano and lilting falsetto played in the background. It tore The Flying Curmudgeon up then, and it still tears him up now, whenever he hears it.
"All right, Mr. The Flying Curmudgeon," the loyal reader is no doubt asking. "Just where, exactly, are you going with this post?"
The answer is simple, yet profound: Life is short, too short to spend precious time on unimportant things.
And the time we have with our children and our families is priceless.
In the spirit of this post, as another graduation season is upon us, with the generosity and gracious assistance of Five for Fighting's YouTube channel, The Flying Curmudgeon presents: 100 Years
Monday, May 3, 2010
"Like Sands Through the Hourglass..."
Posted by TFC at 6:23 AM
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