I’ve always wondered what kind of story my life will end up being.
Will it be an adventure, full of twists and turns, challenges and opportunities to display heroism?
Will it be a tragedy, full of loss and hurt, one wrong turn after the next?
Will it be a comedy, a story so profound that it leads people into giggling fits and hearty roars of hilarity?
Or will it be ordinary, with no major plot development, one steady line that began at A and finishes at Z – no surprises, no twists, no tragedy, no laughter.
To be honest, I don’t think it will be any one of these – but all of them combined into one fantastic ambrosia of a life that was mine – and mine alone.
I already know that my story has moments of hilarity – like when I was stuck in that harness, hovering above 200 children at a Totara Springs kids camp, flailing around to no avail. I already know that my story has moments of tragedy, you can’t dislocate and break your ankle at the beginning of summer without some pain, second-guessing and questioning. I already know that my story has moments of adventure, venturing halfway around the world to distant lands and marrying a Princess from a place I had never dreamed of visiting.
But I also know that all of this extraordinary life is contained within my very ordinary vessel of a life. I am not Wolverine, I am not Iron Man, I am not even that guy with a successful career – I’m Bernie, this is my story. This is my life.
I think it’ll be a good read… well I hope so anyway… that’s how I want it to end up anyhow!