Misplaced Worries

Writing an earlier y2k entry got me thinking how often we humans tend to worry about the wrong things.  Reminded me of a guy I used to fly with a bit during the late 1970s named John Rynertson.  John was a man who flew a blue Cessna 120.  It was a lot like the 140 Helldragger I flew (pictured above).  But he was also a man prone to introduce himself to people around the Killeen, Texas airport as “one of the best pilots around”.

Naturally there were those who didn’t favor his self-introductions involving pilot skills.

John wasn’t a man who could claim a lot of friends.  But he did have a wife almost as desirable as that 120 he flew.  So pretty, she was, that whenever he wasn’t flying, John was worrying about her.  He fretted over what she might be doing when he was off flying, or when he was almost anywhere he couldn’t keep an eye on her.  Which was a good bit of the time.  Old John just worried himself silly about that woman.

Then one day he was flying with some warrant officer from Fort Hood and managed to get more airspeed than that old airframe was willing to put up with.  The 120 wasn’t rated for snap rolls.  But being one of the best pilots around, John just naturally figured they weren’t referring to him when they rated the airplane.  Wings came spang off that mama at about 3,000 feet above the ground.

Turned out John didn’t need to be worrying about what his wife was doing.  If he was going to worry, he needed to be focusing on learning to stay alive and fly at the same time.

Whatever his wife might or mightn’t have been doing while he was alive, she certainly did it after he was grease scattered over an acre of ground.

Similarly, I recall all those kids who used to spend all their time worrying about getting drafted for Vietnam, then overdosed on something and ended up corpses right here in the good old US of A with never having been fired at in anger.

A person needs to use a lot of care, consult an internal map, look at the compass and GPS, picking things to be worried about.  Otherwise he’ll spend all his time worrying about things that don’t happen while the things that do sneak up behind him and tap him above the ear with a ball-peen hammer.
Old Jules

Nat Shilkret & The Victor Orchestra – Lucky Lindy

8 responses to “Misplaced Worries

  1. Well said.

    One of the big troubles today (in my opinion anyway), is that folks are so worried about everything falling down and collapsing completely that they have not been making any effort into the simple and effective means of living in a system in decline.

    Things probably (>95%) will work out so that Mad Max won’t occur. So why are we preparing for such. Homely little acts like using less and paying off your bills will be ever so much more effective.

    There is a whole bunch that you can do to make yourself get through the process. Getting ready for a low-probability future probably isn’t one of them.

  2. Morning Degringolade: I enjoy your blog. Thanks for the visit here and sharing the observation.

    I’m not much good at calculating probabilities, Mad Max, nor otherwise, but I generally agree with what you’re saying. Just different ways of getting to the same place, I suppose. I’ve donealready been the preparing for Mad Max route and found I don’t need to do it again this particular lifetime. If others want to, others will have to.

    I figure a pocketknife, a bic lighter, 50# of pinto beans and 50# of feed grain, along with whatever I can find lying around will carry me through longer than I’m likely to live anyway when Mad Max rears his head.

    Thanks again for the visit.

  3. I’ve tried to live my life by the ole saying.
    If you can change the things that bother/worry you, change them. IF not, don’t worry bout them.

  4. Morning Ben. Thanks for the visit, the read and the observation. It’s a worthy goal. A lot of younger people would do well to study your philosophy and adopt your insights. They could start with your blog.

    In fact, I might be older than you, but I could probably learn a lot if I were capable of learning anything, doing what I think youngsters ought to do instead of what I find myself doing too much.

    About the worst hand a person can get in a poker game is an ace-high full house looking across the table at three kings showing and the fourth as a down card . Our illusions involving reality often change with the turn of a card.

    Thanks again for the visit amigo


  5. Jules,that is fine advice! Life is often just illusions and perception.With neither being the truth.


  6. Morning China. I appreciate your visit and comment. I like to think of it more as observations, rather than advice. Most advice I give is dead-wrong, whereas this might be right.


  7. Reminds me of the line from one of John Lennon’s last albums (Double Fantasy, if memory serves), “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”

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