I had a very interesting day yesterday. While cycling on the Rillito River bike path early in the morning I got a flat tire—not shocking, it happens from time to time. With the assistance of my friend and a passing stranger we replaced the inner tube, and reinflated the tire, and were back on the road, with no greater calamity than the loss of 30 minutes of riding time.
I went home, showered and put on a suit and headed towards the cemetery to conduct an unveiling ceremony—and noticed that now my car tires were showing as being very low on my dashboard monitor. So I stopped into the tire place on the way to the cemetery, got some air, and was told that although I had a run-flat tire I should return soon and get the flat fixed.
I did the unveiling, rearranged my schedule, and went back to the tire place. Another friend, Richard, picked me up there so we could have a previously scheduled temple meeting on our Adult Education Academy, and he said, “You know, bad things come in threes!” And I said, “Shut up!”
And when I got home from work in the evening I went to hang up my suit, and discovered that my entire closet had suddenly collapsed. Which meant that I spent the next three hours fixing that, too.
Weird, unpredictable, unusual occurrences. Two flat tires on two different modes of transportation followed by a collapsed closet? No great tragedies or traumas, nothing overwhelming or horrible, all fixable. But a great reminder that we really can’t predict what’s going to happen to us at any time. In sports, injured players are often described as being “day-to-day”; as in, “Paul Goldschmidt has a bruised knee and he is listed as day-to-day.” And as the great broadcaster Vin Scully added, “But then, aren’t we all?”
Yes, Vin, we are all day-to-day…