There was no President’s Day when I was 7. There was Lincoln’s
Birthday, there was Washington’s Birthday, and they each got their due. As father of our nation, President Washington
rated a school holiday. My friend Dale and I took advantage by flying
kites.
Washington’s Birthday, February 22, 1959 was
very blustery (on the west side of Cleveland),
and I aimed to take full advantage.
Tying together two balls of twine, I let my kite go. It flew across our entire playground, and
danced over the tall elms of the residential neighborhood, more than 150 yards
away. Our dream to fly to the highest
possible was realized. The thrill was
unforgettable. It was the first such (positive) thing I had
done, more or less, on my own.
So it is with life. Sometimes,
we need the challenge and thrill of two balls of twine, not just one, to stir
our souls, and soar higher than we had thought possible.
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