As one who enjoys quaffing beers with a few friends, is guilty of effing and blinding on the AH voice comms when it all gets too much for me, has broken the seventh commandment from both sides, and is a life-long atheist, it may surprise you to know that I am in fact the son of a Methodist Preacher.
Even though I am a non-believer, this is not to say that I do not respect the Church, or think that the concept of Church and Faith is rubbish. There have been pearls of wisdom preached from many a pulpit, and my father’s were some of the best.
One of Dad’s sermons, the theme of which has probably been used by other ministers, concerned the occupants of two identical rooms. In each room, the occupants had jars of nectar and had a long handled spoon tied to their hand. So long was each spoon handle that none of the occupants was able to bring the bowl of the spoon to his mouth.
In the first room, each person was very unhappy and frustrated that he could not feed himself with the nectar provided, and their faces were of misery and despair.
In the second room, the atmosphere was joyful and everyone was happy and smiling.
Why the difference? And the answer is that in the first room, the people were frustrated because each person could not feed
himself. In the second room, the people were using the long handled spoons to feed
each other, and so everyone was able to enjoy the nectar provided.
In Aces High, I have been encouraged by the discovery of more and more guys who will work with me and who understand that communication and a team effort is required. Your friends cannot help you if they are dead! But we still have a preponderance of people in the first room, who need to be introduced to the second room
I’m hoping that we can reach out to those guys and apprise them of the concept illustrated by my father’s sermon.
