{"id":2260,"date":"2014-07-02T20:40:12","date_gmt":"2014-07-03T00:40:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/?p=2260"},"modified":"2014-07-02T20:50:05","modified_gmt":"2014-07-03T00:50:05","slug":"to-ride-or-not-to-ride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/?p=2260","title":{"rendered":"To Ride or Not to Ride"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The rain fell despite the young boy&#8217;s protest. \u00a0He stood on the front porch, staring out towards the wet black pavement on the street. \u00a0He gazed up at the sky, shook his fist and yelled, &#8220;Stop it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The sky answered\u00a0with a far away rumble of thunder and refused to comply.<\/p>\n<p>The boy yelled louder, his voice building to an almost panicked crescendo. \u00a0&#8220;Stop it. \u00a0Stop it! \u00a0 STOP RAINING!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Distant lightening flashed a reply, followed a few seconds later with a defiant thunderous laugh.<\/p>\n<p>The boy sat down on the top step of the porch and began to cry, the tears dripping to his lap as he watched a few bold drops of rain splash their way to the toes of his tennis shoes. \u00a0He looked up at the edge of the porch roof, then pulled his feet back against the step, trying to keep them well within the drip line. \u00a0He thought he could already feel his toes getting wet.<\/p>\n<p>The bang of the screen door behind him made him jerk and spin his head around. \u00a0His dad was standing on the porch behind him, staring out at the dark wet sky. \u00a0Still gazing at the sky, he casually asked &#8220;What was all the yelling about?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The boy stuck out his lower lip and grumbled, &#8220;It won&#8217;t stop raining. \u00a0I can&#8217;t make it stop raining.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The dad started to chuckle, then caught himself. \u00a0This was serious business to the little boy, and if it was important to his boy, then it was important to the father. \u00a0He mustered a more serious tone, then replied. \u00a0&#8220;Of course it will stop raining. \u00a0But not because you want it to. \u00a0And certainly not because you scream at the sky.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then how do I get it to stop?&#8221; asked the boy.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You don&#8217;t,&#8221; said the father.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then when will I ever get to ride my bike?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; the father paused for a second, &#8220;I suppose when you decide to.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But I want to ride now,&#8221; whined the boy.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then ride,&#8221; the father replied.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I can&#8217;t. \u00a0I&#8217;ll get wet!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The father let a faint smile infect his face. \u00a0&#8220;Now that&#8217;s a different issue all together, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The boy crooked his head around and gave his father an irritated look. \u00a0&#8220;I want to ride my bike but I can&#8217;t because it won&#8217;t stop raining.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The father took a deep breath and slowly sat down by his young son. \u00a0&#8220;As I see it, &#8221; he said, &#8220;there are at least two things going on here. \u00a0One you can&#8217;t control, and one you can. \u00a0You can&#8217;t control the weather. \u00a0You can&#8217;t make it stop raining. \u00a0It will stop when the storm is over and not before. \u00a0But . . . &#8221; \u00a0he pursed his lips then opened his mouth with a little smack. \u00a0&#8220;You can control when and how you ride your bike. \u00a0You could ride your bike right now. \u00a0You just have to be willing to get wet. \u00a0Or maybe you have to be willing to wear a rain coat. \u00a0Or maybe you could practice doing wheelies under the shelter of the front porch. \u00a0You can&#8217;t control the weather, but that doesn&#8217;t mean you can&#8217;t control what you do in it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The boy looked up at his dad with a quizzical look on his face. \u00a0His eyes widened a little as a mischievous grin invaded his face. \u00a0&#8220;I&#8217;m going bike riding,&#8221; he said.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes later, the boy was cruising through the puddles just so he could watch the water splash. 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