Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Missed Calls

Posted by Reverend Ref + at 11:53 AM

I have a hobby in which I am expected to be perfect from the first time I walk out onto the field and get better from there.

I have a job in which I am expected to be perfect from the time the sun comes up until the time the sun comes up the next day.

Every once in awhile I miss a call on the field.  Sometimes I know I miss a call because half the people in the stadium and everybody on one sideline lets me know I missed a call.  Sometimes I know I missed a call because either I get a sick feeling in my stomach that I missed something, or, after replaying the situation in my head, I realize I missed it.

Every so often I miss a call on the job.  Sometimes I know I miss a call because there is no shortage of people who let me know I missed it.  Sometimes I know I missed something because, upon further review, I realize I missed it.

Either way, I try to perform to the best of my ability.  Many times that is acceptable.  Sometimes it's not, and a call is missed.

And sometimes, when it seems like the stadium is raining down cat calls and questioning my ability, sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't have been a weatherman.

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1 comments:

Lady Anne | 6:08 PM, October 28, 2015  

Middle Daughter's beau du jour once questioned the fact that my dad had high blood pressure. "He's a preacher, right? That isn't a stressful job, is it?"

A weatherman or an economist are both safe bets. The weather and the world's money both do what they wish, no matter what the "experts" say.

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