An obituary today brought to mind the uncertainty of Way, how, in a moment, the trajectory of our lives can change. Herb Score was a pitcher for the Cleveland Indians in the 1950's. He was strong and promising and destined, it seemed, for greatness. Then a line drive smash hit him in the face. He never regained his power, he gradually faded from the game, though he went on to a long career in broadcasting. His experience is a reminder to all of us that Tao moves in ways we cannot fathom. Chuang Tzu puts it nicely:
And it appears that Score, in coming to terms with his lost chances, did not allow his bad luck to steal his joy. He rolled with it:
In May 1997, on the 40th anniversary of his injury, Score was asked
to reflect on that moment. He chose not to dwell on the hard luck.
“I’ll be married 40 years in July,” he told The Plain Dealer. “That’s the only anniversary I think about.”
Maybe we can all learn from that.

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