Have you ever thought what if you had turned left instead of turning right? What would have become of your life? I live in a world of "what ifs". I know you can't change the past unless you have a time machine, and you should not dwell on past mistakes, but my world is consumed with the past. How would my life had changed, if I had made a couple of different decisions?
Regret #1: my shyness got the better of me. I couldn't tell a girl how I felt about her in high school. I loved this girl beyond words. I wrote poems and songs about her. I melted inside every time I saw her. She may have known how I felt about her, because I confided to a couple of my friends, but I never told her that I loved her. It was like "The Beauty and The Beast". She was just too beautiful for me, and I had very low self-esteem. There is a theory that beautiful women marry not so beautiful men, because being next to them makes them more beautiful. However, not so beautiful men can marry beautiful women to show "look what I got". I know that beauty on the outside is only superficial, but it is what is in the heart that counts. My heart was consumed with her. I just couldn't tell her.
Regret #2: my love for James Bond movies got the better of me. When I was going to seminary in Fort Worth, I heard about a movie poster store in Dallas. I went over there one day and found that they had a whole bunch of original James Bond movie posters. I had to have them. They weren't very expensive. I got a huge "From Russia with Love" poster that fit on my closet door in my dorm room. I also got "Goldfinger", "Thunderball", and "You Only Live Twice". When "The Spy Who Loved Me" was released, I bought that one from the store. I put it up on my closet door to replace "From Russia with Love". Everybody thought my posters were cool, until one day I had the flu and needed to eat something. I called down to the front desk of the dorm and asked someone to bring me something to eat. A guy came into my room, who had never been there before, he declared that my poster was "pornographic". I almost got kicked out of seminary, but I had to jump through a lot of hoops in order to graduate. Consequently, when a job opened up in my field of teaching drama in a college, I didn't get it, because the seminary wouldn't give me a recommendation. All because of a movie poster.
Regret #3: my ego got the better of me. When I was out in Fort Worth, I was working at Sanger-Harris Department Store. I met a girl there who looked like Farrah Fawcett. She was dealing with a lot of personal problems, and I helped her through them. We became very close. She was also my drinking buddy. We both drank to escape from our problems. She was an artist and an atheist. When I was having the persecution at seminary, she would keep me focused. She provided a balance that I needed to get through those issues. After I graduated, I was getting a lot of job offers. I was one of the premiere religious drama people in America. Some schools didn't care about the movie posters. They wanted me. I loved Kare. I stayed an extra year after graduation to be with her. The job offers still came. I was being told by those people who wanted me that I was the best. I declined their offers, because I was in love with Kare. The doors started to close on teaching jobs. Then, I got an offer to teach in a school in South Carolina. I had to take the chance. I moved back home. Kare and I agreed to get together in Atlanta some time, since her uncle worked there. That never happened, and I didn't get the job in SC. I wish I had stayed in Ft. Worth with her.
There have been other "what ifs" in my life. Most of them were not as consequential as the ones listed here. I just have to dwell on the fact that the path I took to where I am now is what was meant to be. My life would have been vastly different, if I had not done one or two things. But, because of the path I have been on, I wouldn't have met Gary Oldman, Dennis Hopper, Jack Palance, and a lot of other famous people. I wouldn't have had all of my cool experiences after 1979. I wouldn't have met a lot of great friends. I wouldn't have had connections with Beatle people. I wouldn't have written Bible-character monologues, puppet shows for inner-city kids and plays for churches. The list goes on. Life goes on.