For nearly 35 years I have been friends with a guy I grew up with named Stacey. Even though we now live in different cities, we still talk almost every week.

As a 15 year old, Stacey served as more than a friend. He also had wheels. Hot wheels. And I am not talking about Match Box cars (younger readers see Wikipedia).

Stacey actually had a 1950 Chevy Truck that was painted red. Had we not gotten in the way, the ride would have been a chick magnet in our small town.

Stacey’s dad could work on anything you put in front of him (all dad’s knew how to fix stuff in those days). So he helped Stacey rebuild the truck into a real hot rod. Except for one thing, the truck was loaded.

Cue the question . . . “What was the one thing?”

Believe it or not, it was the windshield wipers.

Stacey’s wipers were not like today’s wipers. Back in the day, wipers were operated by a vacuum motor that had a hose that connected to the wipers. Let’s just say that Stacey’s hose had pressure problems.

The Chevy’s wiper speed was dependent upon the acceleration of the engine. When the truck was sitting still the wipers operated really fast. Whenever he would accelerate the wipers would barely work.

Translated that means if Stacey and I were stopped at a red light in the rain the wipers were flying back and forth and we could see great. However, when he accelerated we could barely see the road.

For the past couple of weeks, I have had conversations with countless people who seem to have a vacuum leak. They use words like tired, exhausted, busy, rushed, frazzled, broke, and dread to describe their Christmas season.

If you fall into that line of thinking, may I remind you that our lives are a lot like Stacey’s old wipers. The faster we go, the harder it is to see.

When we drive there are speed limits for a reason. They serve to protect, not just a driver, but everyone else on the roads.

Don’t you wish there was a Christmas speed limit? I suspect if there was, our hearts would truly be able to see what is right in front of us, and the family and friends who are on our ‘Christmas road’ would not view us as someone who is “blowing through” at a reckless pace.

Ultimately the choice will be yours. You will either drive by or drive through this Christmas. I say go through every moment, every gift, every conversation and every memory.

You might have more Christmases in the future, but you will never have this one again.

May this truly be your slowest Christmas ever and may your wipers work great.

 

Merry Christmas!

Randy

 

FYI – The next i2i blogpost will be on 1.2.12

 

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Author: Randy

Randy is an author, speaker, executive coach, and the CEO of InteGREAT Leadership. He invests his time encouraging leaders around the world.