What Taking a Spin in a Dryer Taught Me About Life
That may help you
I’d been on the lightly-dried-kid setting for six seconds.
It was the shortest roller coaster ride I ever went on.
It was evening, and I was seven years old.
My brother’d asked, and there was no hesitation from me.
I wanted to try it. I was ready.
My brother bundled me in a comforter, and I climbed into the dryer.
“Push your arms against the sides,” he told me. I nodded, and he closed the door and started it.
The barrel turned. I went from right side up to left side down.
Warmth covered me as my body scrunched into a roly-poly in the dryer. There were no deep thuds and groans as I spun.
I wasn’t a pair of shoes crashing from the top to the bottom.
I just spun.
And I learned so much about life.
So, here’s the lessons I learned from the metal roller coaster in our basement. May you get to take this ride one day.
Savor the seconds, not the years
A seven-year-old kid can’t stay in a dryer forever, but taking that short, wild ride in the drum of ours taught me…
