If, like George Bailey in Frank Capra’s classic film, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” I had the chance to see what the world would be like had I never been born, I would have noted yesterday a wealth of wonderful things that probably wouldn’t have happened.
For example, it’s unlikely that almost two dozen
amazing and generous sponsors, (led by Vapolution Vaporizers,
who kept alive their eleven-year streak of providing the race’s signature prize) would have contributed such a stunning array of goods and services to the prize pile.
Likewise, what are the chances that 61 (believe it or not) cyclists would have braved the blustery weather to cycle a couple dozen miles around Seattle on such a damp and windy spring day?
And I’m pretty sure that if I hadn’t come into the world three score and one years ago that a bunch of smiling bike riders and their friends and families would not have had the excellent fortune on the afternoon of April 7, 2018, to kill a keg of delicious Alleycat Amber ale provided for free by the fine folks at Peddler Brewing.
Perhaps, of course, the world would be a much better place; maybe the butterfly effect of my birth set into motion the whole sequence of events that has led to society’s dismal response to climate change, or helped to create the conditions that have resulted in a narcissistic sociopath holding the highest office in the land, but who can say for certain, really?
One thing I do know for sure is that if I never existed, I would have totally missed out on an incredibly fun time that afforded me numerous opportunities to smile and laugh and count my countless blessings with upwards of a hundred of my favorite people in the world and several of my most favorite of all.
“No man is a failure who has friends,” says Capra’s angel Clarence; I say thanks, friends, for giving me such success.
For example, it’s unlikely that almost two dozen
Likewise, what are the chances that 61 (believe it or not) cyclists would have braved the blustery weather to cycle a couple dozen miles around Seattle on such a damp and windy spring day?
And I’m pretty sure that if I hadn’t come into the world three score and one years ago that a bunch of smiling bike riders and their friends and families would not have had the excellent fortune on the afternoon of April 7, 2018, to kill a keg of delicious Alleycat Amber ale provided for free by the fine folks at Peddler Brewing.
Perhaps, of course, the world would be a much better place; maybe the butterfly effect of my birth set into motion the whole sequence of events that has led to society’s dismal response to climate change, or helped to create the conditions that have resulted in a narcissistic sociopath holding the highest office in the land, but who can say for certain, really?
One thing I do know for sure is that if I never existed, I would have totally missed out on an incredibly fun time that afforded me numerous opportunities to smile and laugh and count my countless blessings with upwards of a hundred of my favorite people in the world and several of my most favorite of all.
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