How Much Do You Experiment?

Hey it’s Chris,

Remember when I talked about experimenting?

I like to test and learn and grow. If I learn one thing new every day then I think I’m doing okay.

It’s when I stop learning that I get scared.

My grandfather knew a lot. He had an opinion about everything, and if you had done something, he had done it too, and somehow it was “more” than yours.

Not really a know it all, but close.

I had a nephew like that too.

I would make a joke, an obvious whopper, and he would say, “Actually…”

Anytime I hear the word “Actually-,” I stop listening because I know someone didn’t get my humor.

Usually I’m just kidding.

And since I read a lot, I try not to tell people “Actually-.”

Sometimes I forget. I don’t mean to be a know it all, but I like to share stories and when someone tells me something, if it sparks a memory, I want to tell them something too.

A fair exchange, right?

Unless it comes off as trying to one up them. Which I don’t mean to do, but the constant experimenting and learning means I have a lot to share.

It happened this weekend.

A dad at the ballgame talked about breaking his arm. He asked if I had ever broken a bone.

I have.

I broke my leg in three spots.

He fell off his bike.

I did mine jumping out of an airplane.

It was at a race I really wanted to do, and there was so much adrenaline in my system, I didn’t feel it.

I told them to duct tape my ankle…