I have some friends who, when they go to church, carry their concealed firearm. One of them is with the local sheriff’s department. The other is a pastor in another town.
I looked up where the term “arms” as a reference to weaponry comes from:
“Arms, meaning those things used during fighting, comes from the Latin arma, which had largely the same meaning and came from the root ar- meaning ‘to fit together’. Since the 14th century arms has referred to weapons. When new weapons came along that used gunpowder, they were referred to as fire-arms.” (a quote from Doug Rice on https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-etymology-of-the-word-firearm)
Race fans, let’s play name association. I say Memorial Day weekend, and you say—
Okay, if you’re not well versed in racing (which, in truth, I’m not either, it’s just that I grew up in Indianapolis), I’ll give you this clue…
Now, the individuals who purposefully strap themselves into these death traps to hurdle themselves around the Indy 500’s “Greatest Spectacle in Racing” two and a half mile oval at 220mph are, well,…there are several adjectives that come to mind. At least they wear helmets, (which is more than I can get my middle schoolers to do when they ride their bikes.) This year, there was an impressively colossal two-car wreck around lap 55, with the second car doing an airborne 360 (open cockpit, mind you) into the inside railing and safety net. By design, the car shatters to absorb the impact.
Today, I am 57. I’m reaching that age where you look in the mirror and think, “who is that old woman?!” I will confess that I’m still working on this adulthood thing. I’d say most of my grownup life I’ve been pretty responsible. Being in charge of a 40-bed wing of a big city hospital at the sagacious age of 20 tends to bring that out in you, that is, if you (and your patients) are going to survive. And believe me, there were times it could seem like an emotional and mental warzone.
Unfortunately, being responsible is not the same as being mature. Maturity, I am still learning, is a matter of jurisdiction over one’s own heart, and it will Continue reading “Mirror, mirror…”