Here's my first blog since resttoring the website:
I live very close to the zoo, and one night when I got home from work it was really dark. As I was approaching the front steps to come inside, I noticed a very long snake. Very long for this area and I didn't recognize it. It was dark, so I could not quite tell what type of snake it was.
I waited for the snake to move and it didn’t move.
I threw some things, like pebbles, at it. I debated jumping over it but then wondered if it would strike at me as I jumped over it.
I waited for it to move it again.
As I contemplated staying outside for a lot longer, I realized I could just go back to my car and turn on the headlights to identify what kind of snake it is to see if it’s poisonous or not poisonous.
When I turn on the headlights, I realize that my son had left out the jump rope.
How often, in our life, is it a jump rope -not a snake?
How often do we make it something that it is not, and act as if?