Destiny

I believe my grandson Victor is unwittingly getting ready to become a great tragic historical figure.

Kent, his father, was telling me yesterday that Victor asked him, “Do you love me more than anybody else?” His dad answered, “I love everyone in our family.”  Not satisfied, Victor insisted, “Yes, but do you love me the most?” Kent, “What would you do if I told you no?” Victor, dramatically, “Then I would run away from home!” Dad, “But what would you do if you ran away from home? Where would you go?” Victor, assuming a theatrical posture worthy of a Shakespearian character, “I would follow my destiny!”

I can just imagine picking up his autobiography in 80 years (I expect to live a long life) and reading these words,

At the age of eight, feeling the sting of having received too little love, I packed my suitcase with essentials: a Batman cape, a pair of relatively clean socks, and a handful of superhero figurines. As I crossed the threshold of our family home, never to return, I glanced at my family standing there in tears and said, “I must follow my destiny!”