Monday, March 27, 2017
Rattlesnake Musings and Manta Ray Moments
Ironically, I was gathering the rocks for constructing a "security wall" around my ranch to protect me from bandits, ex-girlfriends and Jehovah's Witnesses, when I came face to face with a far more lethal intruder. Yet, I lived to tell the tale. Plus from a meter away, the iridescent scales of my fellow wild animal looked like the most beautiful Afghan carpet I've ever seen. Truly, all God's creatures are marvelous. Without danger, there is little adventure; without adventure, there is little wonder; without wonder, there is little flavor in life.
Years later, I had another encounter. I was backfloating on turquoise waves off Chahue Beach in Oaxaca when a dark shadow passed beneath me. I glanced over my shoulder. An ominous hulking kite lay right beside me with one wing lifted out of the water like a black pirate sail. Do Manta Rays sting? It wasn't a good time for uncertainty or a web search, so my body instinctively chose the fear response. Still, there was no reason to conclude that sudden movement would make me safer. So, I looked at him and he looked at me.
As Americans ponder whether Democrat Barack Obama or Republican Paul Ryan or Libertarian Rand Paul can guarantee them all the medical care they ever desire at an absolute bargain basement price, they might be wiser to remember that living with gusto is risky and that all doctors lose all patients eventually. I really started living when I lost my fear of dying, and I strongly recommend my "insurance plan" to anyone.