Well, yesterday I got the dreaded phone call that every grandparent dreads.
“Dad, can you pick up Oakley from the day care? He has a rock stuck in his nose.”
I never got anything stuck in my nose growing up. At least not that I can recall. But I am pretty sure Oakley will always remember this rock.
I went to pick him up. He looked terrified to see me.
“Buddy, you aren’t in any trouble and this is an easy fix.”
The tears that were teetering on the edges of his eyes began to flow down his cheek and I took him out to the truck where we began our journey to get the rock extracted from his booger box.
He looked terrified still as we drove to where a doctor would make quick work of removing the nose boulder.
I was surprised how big it was. The little guy must have worked to get that rock in there. I guess I’ll never know what was going through his mind as he worked the pebble up his nostril.
Once the rock was out and he was sure it was gone, he changed. The terrified look went away, the tears left his eyes, his smile returned to his face.
As we walked away, he told everyone, “I got the rock out of my nose!”
No one was expecting that declaration and he was met with many smiles.
He had great news and he shared it with EVERYONE. He was filled with gratitude and joy.
I suppose I write this blog because I want to declare to everyone that the rock is no longer in my nose.
This is not such a big leap for me to make as an analogy since I suffered from a cocaine addiction and was always putting things that were bad for me in my nose.
It has been over thirty-one years since that rock was removed. I’m still grateful and if anyone will listen, I will tell them all about it.
I think that today, after all that God has done for me, the biggest struggle I still have is with anger. When I give in to that anger, it always seems that after the storm, I am left with a big old hunk of stone up my nose.
Saying I’m sorry is often as hard as admitting I have shoved a rock in my nasal passages and I need help.
I have to admit that I often wish my 0-60 time was as fast as my righteous to arrogant, angry jerk time. There is not one single thing that I battle that can sneak up on me and overtake my day like anger can.
It is there in a flash and when it finally subsides, you got it, I often find I have to extricate something from my big, fat nose. There is always some damage done to myself that I can’t fix on my own.
But here’s the thing, I don’t have to sit ashamed and terrified for being completely irrational and stupid. I can confess my acts to God and he can make the impossible seem simple.
I hope you all have a great weekend and leave the rocks where they belong. Keep your nose clean!