As Long As The Lesson Is Learned

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One of the boys...

Won a football at the Pizza Ranch—a snazzy, cool-colored football. Took it outside to play a little catch when that curious one of the two asked, "Do you know how to throw a football?"

Which sent that grandma of his down the old-people-long-and-boring, story-from-the-past rabbit hole, beginning like this...

"Do I know how to throw a football? You bet I know how to throw a foot ball!"—kicking off the drawn-out saga about little me and her football-playing fiasco.

She was playing in a neighborhood football game in the big yard near her home. Those brothers of hers must have been desperate for an extra player, as she didn't usually play football and when she did—she didn't usually play it barefoot.

Which she was—for some ridiculous reason. In the middle of October even—which surely had been cold. Which resulted in her breaking her toe and having to be carried from house to house to go Trick-or Treating.

And so it is...in life...looking back, we wonder what compelled us to make some of the choices we did. Those "stick a paper clip in the outlet, play football barefooted" kind of choices. We may never know. And that's ok, as long as the lesson has been learned...
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And little me agrees...