Monday
December 8, 2014
Chain, Chain, Chain
Roger was talking on
his cell phone in the break room. I
didn't have to be a banker to know he was discussing some sort of financial
deal. Later, I asked Roger if he knew my
friend David. David had attended my
homegroup for years. He too had been
banned from working in finance, and had gone to jail for ignoring that ban.
"He was my
mentor," Roger said. "He
taught me everything I know."
"Did you know he
went to jail?" I asked. "He
went to jail for violating his ban from financial dealings."
Roger smiled and shook
his head. "David went to jail because he made some stupid mistakes. He didn't understand the law."
"I thought the law barred you from
working in finance for five years. That's what you told me."
"There's a strict
interpretation of the law, and then there's reality. The speed limit says 65, but you know you can
go 71 without getting a ticket. I'm like a smart driver who knows the reality
of the law."
"I'd say you're
more like a dog on a chain. Smart dogs
know the length of their chains. Even so, some have sore necks because
something excites them, they build up momentum, and run until their chain snaps
them back. They're not stupid, they just
get lost in the excitement of chasing whatever they're after."
Today I won't let myself get lost in the chase.
Relapse Prevention Group © 2014 by Ken Montrose
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