Life is woven from threads of different color (I like orange) and different strength (faith, family and friends tend to be dominant in any tapestry I produce).
Life is not as simple as “Put God first” or “I’m a family man.” Life has many shades and hues and the very nature of artistic weaving means that one pattern may dominate for a while and another takes center stage a few years later.
The threads of my life tend to be very long. I am a loyal kind of guy. I have been married to Sally for forty-plus years. My two friends who stood up with me at our wedding remained my best friends until their too-early deaths. I stuck with jobs. I even stick with the same car brands. I bought five straight Nissan Maximas and I am now on my third consecutive Volkswagen Passat.
In high school, I won the Most School Spirit “Senior Superlative” and at Clemson, I was chair of the Central Spirit Committee. I remain a loyal Clemson alum. When I commit to something, I hang in there. I tend keep on keeping on.
About 20 years ago, I began walking two miles every day. I still do. When I discover and like an author, whether it is John D. MacDonald, Lee Child or Dorothy Sayers, I will read every book that person wrote.
When I was a kid, I loved baseball. After a lapse of twenty or thirty years, I returned to the game I enjoyed as a child.
All of this is to say that my life and our lives consist of dozens, hundreds of strings of influences—from gardening to cooking to favorite television shows, to music about which we are passionate to our most desirable vacation destinations (Beach? Mountains? Grandma’s house?) to our preferred section of the newspaper. Sally does Sudoku and I read the sports page. Each of us is different. What you and I weave might look very distinctive, but that’s what makes life interesting.