Uneventful Life

We all say at times we live uneventful lives and I am no exception to that rule. However, looking back at the uneventful events in my life I see my life might not be as uneventful as I thought. At thirteen I won an inter-school competition for a painting that I did and had, it exhibited at the Royal Canadian National Exhibition. Up until I was seventeen, I never wanted to drive a car. The thought of doing so terrified me completely, then one night while out with some friends we were involved in a head-on car crash. In the weeks that followed, I learned to drive. At eighteen I took up writing after saying to a friend, “If they can do it why can’t we? ” The reference of they was to the Beatles. At twenty-one while at a fun fair I wrote what was suppose to be some lyrics, but turned out to be a poem that eventually would be my best loved poem and read by thousands worldwide. At twenty-five, I attended the funeral of a friend and eventually ended up marrying his widow. At fifty-five, I discovered a brother I never knew I had. At sixty-one, a classmate contacted me, lifting me from the doldrums turned my life around. Someone whom I never talked to when we were at school, but who has become a wonderful friend and extension of my family. If you take away these little events, my life has been pretty boring bordering on the mundane and very uneventful. 3 September 2009 Authors Note: This is just a few of the uneventful things that have happened in my life. There are more, but to put them in one poem would make it too long to put up here. Thanks for reading about my uneventful and very boring and mundane life. Hugs David Harris 2009