Is it possible that “wanting
something too much” can be a bad thing? Thinking
about that question reminded me of something that happened when I was just a
young boy.
My Mom and Dad had just moved our
family to Arizona because my Dad was
transferred to a Marine Corps base in Yuma .
We lived in a small track house on a
treeless street where the backyard of every home blended into never ending sand
dunes. It was stark, desolate and barren but yet it had a certain beauty to it
as well. As kids we could play safely in the streets because there weren’t very
many cars. We could build forts in the sand dunes and shoot basketballs into
the driveway hoop until late at night. Night time was the best time because it
finally cooled down and you could breathe easier and taste the clean desert
air. Sometimes my Dad would let us camp out in the back yard and as we laid
there staring up at the night sky, I swear there had to be at least a billion
stars.
It took a few months for me to
get used to the heat, but as we got farther into summer the temperatures rarely
dipped below 100 degrees. As a kid I
could handle it but I remember Mom and Dad struggling to find ways to cool
down. We didn’t have sprinklers so we played with the hose in the front yard,
squirting each other and loving the way it felt, not caring what the neighbors
thought. My skin got so dark I looked like I fell into a vat of chocolate. And
I never wore shoes, unless of course we were going to church. And the best
thing of all, when you’re a kid living in extreme desert heat is…. ice cream!
One day I was playing alone in
our back yard when I heard the Ice Cream Truck going down the street. By the time I got out front he was past our house and
still going, so without thinking I took off after him. I had change in my
pocket and by golly…I was gonna get me some ice cream! I ran down the middle of
the street and caught up to him quickly yelling, “I want a Drum Stick please!” As
I reached into my pocket I realized my bare feet were absolutely on fire. I
started to scream as the driver handed me the ice cream and took off at full
speed for the nearest grass yard. My feet hurt so bad I tripped and fell,
tumbling into the yard, sending the ice cream flying. I was only 8 years old so
with major burns and blisters on both feet, and my beloved ice cream ruined,
believe me I cried out loud and long. A neighbor lady took pity on me and
carried me safely home.
There was definitely a good lesson
to be learned from that incident but I’m not sure as a kid I really figured it
out. Looking back I can see that
sometimes wanting something so much that it causes us to act without thinking,
can definitely be a bad thing. I hope from now on I always remember that if I
don’t think before I act…I may get burned!
One can only see more
clearly when one is going more slowly.
~ Terri Guillemets