Picking a path
What if I had taken a different career path. As far as I can remember I was being shown jobs done by other people. My grand-father showed me how to plant turnips and I actually considered that idea later in life. Buy a piece of land, thousands of tiny holes in the dirt, put a seed in which one and wait to become rich. Obviously I did not go down that road. Then there was the thought of becoming a locomotive engineer. All good until I realized that I would have to learn to sign my name in that big book and I did not know how to sign my name and so I put that career aside. I briefly considered being a painter not of houses but of great tapestries. However I had never seen the tapestry and I was colour-blind or at least I was learned later to be colour-blind in the beginning it was just life. My green was my green. As you can see those potential career paths slip away. Or we take a different direction at the next corner. When you are young there are so many corners. I have been watching advertisements on TV talking about starting another career. No I have no plans in that direction but what if I had wanted to be a doctor. As they used to say in the clamp it’s becoming a brain surgeon. I mean I knew sort of where the brain was and I could guess what surgery might be. It would all be good until I removed someones brain and ended their career paths. Because that is the other part. This is all much more complex then we make it out to be in the classroom. Referring here to school classrooms I cannot answer to the later part of life when you make it to university. What I really should have done starting in an early age was writing a book. It didn’t matter which book but I had great familiarity with that one about Dick and Jane and Spot. I can handle sentences of ten words and usually get the words in the right order. I rather suspect that being an author is like that getting the words in the right order.
