Joe and Mr. Frost…

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My goal is to prevent this blog from becoming a running diatribe on my life (hello…boring!) …but right now I seem to be on a roll with family topics (albeit a little sentimental) and I think I need to just go with it for now…hope you’ll bear with me.

The first time I read Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken was in high school or maybe junior high… it stuck with me, and comes to mind whenever I hit some kind of transition, or the end of a school year (a turning point of sorts, I guess). Several years ago, my oldest brother, Joe,  was retiring from the U.S. Navy and had planned to base his retirement celebrations on this poem… it was at that moment [of our conversation] that I realized how much alike he and I really are, despite the difference in our age.  He left home to join the Navy when I was about 10 years old, so our relationship was kind of date stamped in that moment in time, I was forever 10 years old to him and he was pretty much always 18 to me.   Realizing our mutual love of this poem changed my perspective; he suddenly became my big brother, a person, and a father – who had the courage of his convictions to follow his own path in life.

Having the courage to take a different road is truly what has made the difference for both of us, and it has certainly made for an interesting adventure so far!  Hasn’t always always been an easy ride, but I think that is part of the adventure and is certainly part of the learning process, isn’t it?

Is there a poem/quote/story that has always stuck with you and/or inspires you?

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh                   (this is my favorite part)
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Have a good one…. And thanks for stopping by – Cheers!

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