At a Christmas party last December our host asked what we were grateful for. My first answer was “consciousness,” but then I remembered a story I read many years ago, and the effect it had on me. A man was sitting with his family at a restaurant when another man came up to him, and said, “I know you! You’re ________. You were a pilot, and you had to jump out of your plane, and you landed over enemy territory and got picked up by our guys after two days.”
The man was stunned, and he asked, “Who are you? How do you know about me?”
The answer came, “I packed your parachute.”
So the question after the story is, “Who packs your parachute?” Even after many years I think about it often. I think about my father, who set an example for me to follow in my life; I think about all the people who make life easier – teachers, nurses, farmers, truckers. My sister, my friends. There are so many people who have “packed my parachute” over the years.
So I’ll ask you the question – Who packs your parachute?