I am reminded of the story of the family dinner where mother
and daughter are in the kitchen feverishly preparing a family dinner. The mother instructs the daughter to trim the
bottom of the ham before putting it in the pan and then the oven. The daughter asks her mother “Why do we cut
the bottom off of the ham?” The mother
responded “because that is just the way it is done, it is how my mother taught
me, and now I am teaching you”. The daughter
still questioning the explanation her mother gave her, called her grandmother
to ask “Why do we cut the bottom off of the ham?” The grandmother quickly answers “so the ham
would fit into my pan”.
It makes me wonder how much I am missing so my life fits in
someone else’s pan. So I ask the
questions, and I break the rules. Sometimes
I find beauty, sometimes not.
"What a Fool Believes" Doobie Brothers
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