I’m a bridge player and, as such, my partner and I are sometimes “vulnerable.” This means that if we fail to make our bid, the opponents’ points are doubled. I have come to the realization that my vulnerability is not limited to the bridge table. It extends to all aspects of life. We are all vulnerable when it comes to health issues, forces of nature, the potential for accidents at home, on the highway and in the skies.
In the past I pictured myself as a turtle and my little green car as my shell, my carapace. It fit me. If it snowed hard all day, I’d stay indoors. In other words, if I sensed potential trouble I’d pull in my head until it passed by.
Being a turtle isn’t all bad. In Aesop’s Fable, “The Tortoise and the Hare,” it is the tortoise who wins the race because of his slow, steady pace. But a turtle whose hiding his head is like a rock. He’s rooted to the spot, not going anywhere, and he can’t even see what he’s missing. He certainly won’t win any races.
Last Friday I had to drive in a nasty snowstorm. Like a turtle, I pushed on slowly and steadily and made it home safely. It felt good to be a winner!