“Life all comes down to a few moments. This is one of them.”
Today’s story is from Elisabeth Hirsch.
Dad and me. Side by side. On our bellies. Beneath us, a massive valley. High on a ridge above Salt Lake City — and freezing.He rousted me from bed at 4 AM. “But Dad…,” I protested.
“We’re going hunting,” Dad said.
Hunting with Dad?
We had just moved to Salt Lake from the small town of Price. Dad got a new job. I got my first job. I didn’t like the big town. City life seemed complex for no reason. I longed for the simplicity of Price. This was not a good time in my life.
Hunting with Dad?
I’d have rather stayed in bed that day to forget how I felt, but Dad had a plan. So off we went.
Me? Hunting with Dad?
Up the ridge. Into the cold. It was so bitter. My cheeks about froze. We finally arrived at the top. With our guns at our side. We settled in. Minutes went by. Nothing appeared.
“Dad?” I asked, restless and bored. “Shhh,” he replied, “you’ll scare the deer.”
Is this hunting?
More time passed. You could hear the wind blow, see the trees grow.
“But now that we’re here…” plucking a thorn from my sleeve, “what do we do?”
“We wait,” Dad said.
“Dad?” I insisted.
More time passed. The wind blew. The trees grew.
“Just — wait,” firmly he said.
“Then what?” I asked.
“…Just breathe. Relax. See.”
I was perplexed… then it started to make sense.
A jackrabbit emerged. A tarantula scampered over a nearby rock. A doe and her babies grazed in the field below.
My father. And me. Alone. I glanced at the doe. I looked over at Dad. He smiled. So did I.
Hunting? Indeed. Not for game… for something much more. Dad knew. Me too.
Daughter and Dad. High on a ridge.
Doe down below. Winds blow. Trees grow. Time alone.
Now you know. Don’t you?
It’s been quite a few years. Today, with four children of my own, life still seems complex, overwhelming at times. But it helps to reflect back to that hunt… and lesson from Dad.
Slow down. Take in the view.
Special moments are earned, and worth a hike up the ridge.