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Missed Opportunities
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Missed Opportunities Another blog and something I read triggered this blog. There are four things that can never be recovered: The stone after it's thrown, the word after it's spoken, the occasion after it's missed, and the time after it's gone. My father used to say, he wished he would have bought some property in a region around Madras, Oregon. He had the money. In today's terms, he would have purchased the property for less than $2,000 and 20 years later, it would have been worth $75 million. Why didn't he? He had a gut feeling he could make a fortune, but all of his friends told him he would be pouring his money down the toilet. His gut was right. His friends were dead wrong. In this life, there are windows of opportunity. Those windows open and those windows shut. By the time my father realized he had made the wrong decision, the property had already soared in value and he had lost out. It was an occasion that was missed. Life seems to be full of missed opportunities for many people. I am always amazed there are women who chose losers for boy friends, and husbands. They pick them because they are good looking or popular in high school or simply because that guy is the only one who asked them out on a date at some time. Some of those guys are mean and jerks. Yet, because of their insecurities they stay instead of moving on. Or they chose the wrong places to find guys. At the same time there is the guy who is not so good looking or who is<b> overweight </font></b>or shy but highly intelligent who those girls skip over. I was one of those guys. Now after years I go to my high school reunions and the girls (and they are no longer girls, they are old or older women) fall all over themselves to talk to me. At the last reunion there was a couple that brought a bottle of Leonetti wine to persuade me to sit at their table. I had remarked once that Leonetti was my favorite Washington wine. They paid over $100 for the bottle just to have me sit at their table. Another guy made a beautiful wooden bowl on his lathe to give to me. It is almost embarrassing how they fall all over themselves. I was the fat who was friendly but really had no friends. I did not kiss a girl until I was a senior in high school. I was 21 before I lost my virginity. My female classmates struggled for years in dead end jobs sometimes supporting a jerk and life has passed them by. It did not have to be that way. There were opportunities not only with me but how many other guys that passed through their lives who went on to be very successful. Which brings me back to this: There are four things that can never be recovered: The stone after it's thrown, the word after it's spoken, the occasion after it's missed, and the time after it's gone. |
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