A mature person is one who does not think only in absolutes, who is able to be objective even when deeply stirred emotionally, who has learned that there is both good and bad in all people and in all things, and who walks humbly and deals charitably with the circumstances of life, knowing that in this world no one is all-knowing and therefore all of us need both love and charity.
In my teen years, I spent Saturday afternoons discovering the top speed of the family car on the back roads south of Folsom. On the drive home from school, I had one Winding Way corner where I would test the limits of rubber-to-asphalt traction and calculate ratios of actual speed to “sign-suggested” speed.
Since then, I have slowed down considerably — and I know why. In high school, I drove a ’66 Mustang with a 302 cu. in. V-8 under the hood. Now I drive a Honda Odyssey and a Honda CR-V.
This past week, I rented an Infiniti G37 and found my foot firmly planted in the carburetor fuel injectors, just like old times.
A wise man once said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.” I know mine. Do you know yours?