Friday, January 22, 2010

Past Present Future!

So this blog isn't so much about Tyloy, but more about what's going on in Tyloy's head. (this could be scary to a lot! but hey its all about expression!) I was with yet another brother of mine Tanner. He has a one year old son going on two here pretty soon. I was thinking how crazy life is! How Tanner used to be a one year old and now he has a one year old. I was thinking how weird that must be for his mom (mom #3 for me!). Whats funny is when I see bums on the street or like a show about bad people even such as Hitler I picture them as a child. Hitlers parents had this son who they loved and he probable like most kids was a cute sweet boy. They would've never guessed that he was to grow up to be one of the most infamous tyrants in history. Our life revolves around time. Yet we can't control it, it never stops. The present instantly turns to the past and the future instantly to the present.

 

This is still on topic don't worry! When I was 14 or 15 me and my best friend Cory went to my grandmas in Idaho. We didn't have our license, but then you don't need a license to drive grandpa's golf cart! Well we are cruising on the lovely streets of the neighborhood beeping at girls of course. We were hot stuff in that thing. Well Cory is driving and a car is coming down the road so to get out of the way Cory turns down a dirt road. We were gonna wait but I mean it's a dirt road! So we head down this road not knowing where the heck it goes. Well all of a sudden theres a sign that says "slow". I say "Cory why does the sign say slow?" His reply "I don't know." Hey that works for me so we keep going. Well we turn the corner right after that dang sign and I swear it was like we had reached the end of the earth. The dirt road, now all of a sudden paved goes straight down! It's too late for us to do anything. (well for cory to do anything I was helpless and a passenger through this whole ordeal.) We are flying down this road. This is a new speed record for any golf cart ever. I'm screaming like a little fairy. I'm yelling at Cory to hit the brakes. He's screaming at me saying shut up I am hitting the brakes. Pretty much the brakes were nonexistent! Halfway down the mountain is a hairpin turn to go straight down the rest of the mountain. We are in a top heavy golf cart we're done for! I think when I see the turn is when my scream becomes more high pitched and I start crying. There's nothing I can do my life is in Cory's hands. (those are good hands to be in but they could've been in batman's hands for all i care and i still would've been in the same state!) Well we reach that turn and I don't know how he did it still to this day! There was a gate that was open right through the turn leading to a driveway. He steers through the turn and through the gate. Well we haven't lost any speed if anything we are going faster. We now have three choices. Go straight which from our view was a cliff incase we wanted to reach the bottom of the mountain faster that what we already were. To the right is this beautiful home. Yea its beautiful but it's not made of pillows! to the left was the mountain. By now I'm hitting a note not even Mariah Carey could hit. I turn to Cory and he looks at me and it was like in a movie when your saying goodbye because this is the end of the road we don't say a word we just know what the other is thinking! well he chooses the door to the left! Before the mountain was a curb about 6 inches high we hit hard and everything went to slow motion. Golf balls and tees are flying up in the air hitting us. I hear golf clubs clanking and flying. Bushes are coming coming in through the sides of the cart. We go a bit up the mountain and then we roll backwards and stop against the curb. We sit there for a second breathing like we just ran a mile! Both of us have our heads leaned back looking up at the roof. Then we start to laugh! We lived through it! We loaded up the cart, made sure it was A OK and then headed back up the hill. I always try to picture the people in the house if they were looking out of their window what they would've saw. Two boys flying out of control on a runaway golf cart down their driveway into a mountain haha!

Now back to the topic. That story is how I think of life. It's going no matter what you do. You may see warning signs, but you have to act quickly other wise away you go. You usually don't know what lies ahead. Some times your life is put in the hands of those you keep around you. That is one of the best memories of my life! It could've been the last memory of my life, but it wasn't. When Cory and I set out in the cart we weren't planning on testing the brakes! I think a lot of times we as the natural man try so hard to slow things down to make sure we have a plan ahead or to try to make the present always define the future. If my dad is reading this right now he is saying to himself that I'm the worst at that. I'm always wanting my future to be decided by the present. When a lot of times who knows what the future holds. We have to make sure we take care of the present and take care of the future as it comes. The present never directly defines the future. Growing up my little sister right under me Amy and I hated each other. All the way up until i left on my mission. We did not like each other at all. My parents will be the first to vow for that. If you asked me then what I thought our relationship would be like in the later years I would've said we wouldn't talk I could careless about what she was doing. That would've been my answer by definition of how the present was.




Yet here we are. This taken a month ago as close as can be. We talk all the time. We hang out!!! I don't think anyone would have ever guessed! I love her to death! I care what she does. I guess the one good thing about continually moving down this road called time is we can always change it! Cory and I could've given up going down the hill, but instead we did what we could to brighten our future! We have to make the best of today to reach the best of tomorrow! Oh the lessons of life!

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