Seuss book, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. Angler stood in front reading his favorite Dr. He’d carefully placed each furry friend and his GI Joes in rows simulating his kindergarten class set up. One Saturday morning Angler’s mom walked into his room and noticed Angler reading to his stuffed animals. Loved to feed him, loved to help clean his bowl. Angler named his new friend Oscar, placed his fishbowl on his bedroom dresser, and told him all his five-year-old problems–his mom never made pizza anymore, his baby sister broke his favorite GI Joe action figure, Toy-R-Us filed for bankruptcy.Īngler loved Oscar. When Angler was five-years-old, his aunt gave him a beautiful cobalt blue Beta fish. His favorite toy was his collection of plastic fish bait, and he’d spend hours separating and categorizing hundreds of slimy, squiggly worms into colors and sizes and place them in separate compartments in his fishing box that was roughly the diameter of my double-oven. As I pondered this baffling dilemma, one of my grandsons came to mind.Įarly on we nicknamed this grandson Angler. This conundrum awakened me at three AM last Thursday–that and a thunderstorm and one too many glasses of merlot that stretched my bladder to the size of the Goodyear blimp. But what if someone inadvertently does something horrible? What then? Are they still destined for a terrible fate? It seems fair and just that our future is determined by our past actions, good and bad.
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