Where to begin…

A beautiful red and yellow polyanthus from my garden….please enjoy!

If you’ve come back to read some more…good for you..you’re tenacious!.. I like that in a person…tenacity is a great attribute. I sometimes think that at times we could all be just a bit more tenacious…and at others…perhaps a bit less. Sometimes I think, that the art is really knowing when to keep going, or when to cease.. call it a day.. the knowledge that in pursuing some things… with dogged determination.. well.. it just really isn’t in your best interests… after all. The trick sometimes, is in knowing the difference…

Of course, sigh, this is a recurring theme in my life. Knowing when to ”hold em, or ”fold em’ …and right about now I’ve got Kenny Rogers singing ‘The Gambler’ closely in my ear…

There are numerous times in my life when tenacity has paid off..like the time I first drove a vehicle – at the age of 16. My father taught me out on the back blocks of scrub along a dirt road…they were all dirt roads back then. I learned in a small four cylinder Datsun Stanza…does anyone even remember those now? The main thing you need to know was I had never driven a car prior to this… it was a fourspeed manual – on the floor, and, it would be a long time after this ‘event’ that I would again)…

Well…, I got my licence, and still happily driving to this day…a happy story right there! In truth, I do have a few other car stories…but, well…for the sake of making the point…let’s not muddy the water too much okay…

There have also been numerous times in my life when ‘walking away’ was just a better option…

Like the time when I was small…a little kid – at my cousins place in Adelaide. I really don’t remember how old I was somewhere between maybe seven and nine years old.. I could run, like a kid…because I was one… my two cousins and myself were chased by a vicious barking dog, that I was pretty sure at the time wanted nothing else but to kill, mutilate, and possibly rip my arms and legs off one by one… to devour them… or perhaps bury then in a yard to enjoy them at a later date.

I can remember how terrified I was at the time, I thought I was going to die…we all did… we had just been walking down the quiet street on which my cousin lived. It was the middle of the day, very pleasant, not hot nor cold and very peaceful. When a ferocious man eating dog heard us laughing and talking , swept around a white picket fence, nearly falling over its hind legs on the turn… barking furiously, and started after us. We looked at each other, screamed, and ran at breakneck speed down the hill and the street, trying to outrun the wretched ferocious dog, hot on our heels.

At some point on our bolt down the road, across driveways and past houses, I thought I could not outrun this dog, it was foolish to try, an athlete (at least at a sprint), I was not. I came to the conclusion my life would be forfeit to the dog, I was done, and, at that point, I just stopped, pinning myself up against someone’s front fence, to make my last stand against said ‘dogs’ expected imminent bites. Then, a miracle happened, the dog, who had been previously right behind me, went breezing past me, intent on mutilating my cousins instead of me. I suspected at the time, it was my capacity to blend in with the shrubs, ninja like, the dog had not seen me… but, in truth, looking back now, the dog which was not ferocious at all, possibly a very small terrier type ‘barking’ dog, probably just wanted to ‘chase’ someone for the fun of it. Of course, we didn’t know this at the time. And I now think that any neighbours who had happened to hear the commotion, and peered through parted curtains to witness the spectacle unfold… must have been in hysterics watching the pandemonium that ensued.

No one was eaten that day, or even bitten, and the dog, after its chase, trotted quickly, nose in air, and growling all the way back to whichever hell home, masquerading as a peaceful residence that it had cone from..dastardly dog!

The moral of these two stories, are clear… there are times for ‘being tenacious’ and carrying on despite initial failure, spectacular initial failure at that. Then, there are also times when to be ‘tenacious’ is just a fools errand…

Looking back now, I wish I had known how to differentiate between the two many years ago…and maybe I’m still not good at this.

So, then, finally, let us truly start the tale, and we will begin when I was small…

A pretty pink polyanthus from my garden…. please enjoy…

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