Control? Ah, I was walking in the park on Saturday. It was a very windy day and we were walking just above the Hudson River with gusts pulling us all around. Then I saw a dad with his daughter just about to fly a kite, and I remember thinking that this was an apt symbol of how little control we have over what happens to us. We are like kites, I thought. I also thought that it would be impossible to fly a kite in this park at that time. I thought the wind would rip that kite off the string. But no, it lifted. The father was in control and he gave the string to his daughter to continue guiding her kite, up and up. Another young girl came excitedly running to see what was happening. There was great excitement, and I thought my metaphor for life and how much control we have was turning positive. Then, of course, the kite took a sudden dive toward a tree. Again, I thought it would be over, but it wasn’t! The father took back the controls and lifted the kite back up. Maybe we do have more control than I like to think.
