At one point in my life, I loved riding rollercoasters. The bigger, the badder, the loopier the better it was for me!
However, that love always caused me a problem. The problem was that as soon as I would get to the amusement park, my friends and I would "break our necks" to get to the gigantic ride. And after we would ride the death-defying "Magnum," "Thunderbolt," or "Phantom's Revenge," every other ride would seem anti-climactic. The rides seemed so pedestrian that all day I swear I could faintly hear B.B. King singing "The Thrill is Gone."
Later in life, around my mid-twenties, I developed a mild case of vertigo. So, my rollercoaster chasing days were over. But in that loss, I found something that gave me a greater thrill. The thrill not only moved my physical being but also moved my heart, soul and mind.
The thing I found was a new fascination with every aspect of life.
Today, I get bigger thrills from things like seeing a baby smile for the first time; fixing the clothes dryer on your own and it actually working properly; and watching my wife and children interact.
The "misfortune" of developing vertigo taught me one of life's most powerful lessons. The lesson is "life isn't about the number of breaths that you take, but the number of experiences that leave you breathless!"
--Chuck Herring S+S = S*
*(Sweat + Sacrifice = SUCCESS)
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