What My Youngest Son Taught Me

What My Youngest Son Taught Me By Curtis Johnson My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his drivers license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped her off, he would never return straight home. I could not understand why it took so long for him to return. After he returned one night, I could not resist asking him about his goings and comings. His reply to me was not what I was expecting. He said that he visited some friends, and then what he said to me went something like this: Dad, you need to be more flexible and do things sometimes that are not a part of the path and plan. Perhaps I already knew that, but it certainly was not the way I had lived my life. But from that night forward, thanks to my son, I was compelled to reconsider the goings and comings of my life. That night, my youngest son planted the seeds that broke through the hard clods of inflexibility in my life. In so doing, I was freshly renewed and enriched. cj02142016