I was hot and tired and seeing a tree alongside the path, I paused on the trail and leaned against it. I picked up the bag I’d dropped and put my hand into it, trying to find something cold to drink. All I found was a can of warm, melted orange juice concentrate. I despise warm OJ concentrate. BLECH!
The man with the parachute remained firm about jumping from the airplane. It was the principle of the thing afterall…he’d said he would jump on his 40th birthday and eventhough he was terrified he wanted to keep his word. So he’d gone to classes so generously provided by his wife. Tomorrow would be the day he would gather his courage and get in the airplane.
The man with the boiler had a problem. He needed a new part but the shop needed time to mill one that would suit the purpose. In the meantime he had to sit there and keep an eye on things or it would blow. He sat there all night making adjustments here and there to keep it together.
Morning arrived
The man with the parachute went up in the plane and actually did jump. But as he was plummeting to earth he was desperately trying to recall his instructions. He pulled one cord…..nothing happened. He pulled the backup cord….. still nothing.
The man with the boiler had gotten extremely tired and ended up falling asleep as morning approached. The pressure in the boiler reached a critical point and …
Kaboom!
As the man with the non-functioning parachute continued his descent to earth he noticed the man with the boiler coming towards him as a rapid pace.
He called out – Hey! Do you know anything about parachutes?
The other man replied – NO! Do you know anything about boilers?
A pattern, a pattern, is there a pattern this time? He had a notion
there was a pattern. He is pretty sure there was one before but he was
having trouble remembering. The thing is...does he care? Does it even
matter? If only he had a brain that remembered things better...one of
those photographic brains that could recall things in exact order. He
signed the paper in front of him and then looked at his signature. Aha!
There it is! The pattern! With an air of relief Charles Chad Chapman
turned and walked out the door.