Virtual dodge ball

For many of us, life is like playing dodge ball against invisible opponents. We brace ourselves every day and wait for the next ball to come winging out of nowhere. If we have been clever enough, we are not good targets and the ball misses or at least only delivers a grazing blow. If we are unlucky or careless we can be knocked for a loop, down for the count or, in extreme cases, out of the game entirely.

Some of us adapt easily to this environment. There are those who thrive on the danger, pushing closer and closer to the edge for the thrill of how close they can come to disaster without actually becoming involved. I think rock climbers, astronauts and politicians fall into this category.

Others never do well and live lives of constant care and avoidance wherever risk can be detected. The agoraphobic is the most extreme case. He has learned that to not be there is the best defense against danger, so he tries to stay in one place most of the time. Sometimes you read about him when a plane falls on his house.

I vacillate. Sometimes I agonize over which road to take home. Maybe if I go that way tonight there is a tractor trailer waiting to meet me head on, but if I go the other way I will be fine or even find a bag of money that fell off of the armored Brinks truck.

The only way you know is if you get into an accident. Then you know you should have gone the other way, or at least left home one minute later. At the other end of the spectrum, I don’t mind climbing into the passenger seat of the 1928 Curtis biplane at the Aerodrome and staring down at the ground with nothing between me and a free fall except a leather strap.

Some would say this is tame and that I should try something really edgy, like bungee jumping. To these people I say that there is a difference between pushing the edge and not having a clue where the edge lies.

Sometimes we are playing the game when we are not aware, kind of like the fish in sport fishing.  A mild case of the flu, a head cold, or a broken arm are all glancing blows from our invisible opponent.

Often, modern medicine tapes us up and gets us back into the game. Sometimes all you can do is hold your breath and roll with the next hit. Does anybody else feel like they have been holding their breath for a really, really long time?

Look out. Incoming.

Bill Abrams resides (and dodges the ball) in Pine Plains.

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