08/01/2018
I'm in Control, You're in Control, Who is in Control? Part 1
Alfred, Jorge, Max, Winston, Sebastian, and Jeeves. If you have a son and name them one of those names, odds are they will grow up to be a chauffeur. Seriously. Okay, not so serious, but are you going to take that chance?
One of my favorite (actually it is the only chauffeur story that I know of, and I had to go online to find it) chauffeur story goes this way:
When Albert Einstein was making the rounds of the speaker’s circuit, he usually found himself eagerly longing to get back to his laboratory work. One night as they were driving to yet another rubber-chicken dinner, Einstein mentioned to his chauffeur (a man who somewhat resembled Einstein in looks & manner) that he was tired of speechmaking.
“I have an idea, boss,” his chauffeur said. “I’ve heard you give this speech so many times. I’ll bet I could give it for you.” Einstein laughed loudly and said, “Why not? Let’s do it!”
When they arrived at the dinner, Einstein donned the chauffeur’s cap and jacket and sat in the back of the room. The chauffeur gave a beautiful rendition of Einstein’s speech and even answered a few questions
expertly.
Then a supremely pompous professor asked an extremely esoteric question about anti-matter formation, digressing here and there to let everyone in the audience know that he was nobody’s fool. Without missing a beat, the chauffeur fixed the professor with a steely stare and said, “Sir, the answer to that question is so simple that I will let my chauffeur, who is sitting in the back, answer it for me.”
There is nothing quite like having to give up control...of anything. Because of my Multiple Sclerosis I don't drive anymore. So, to get to one place or another I rely on my pool of chauffeur's; my sister, brother-in-law, niece, a friend or two, but most of all my mom.
My mom is a good person and she has helped me out so many times I can't even begin to count. And that is not even counting the miles she has logged driving me here, there, and just about everywhere. We get along well and we have our share of car "talk time", which for the most part is good, even fun.
Mom is a good driver and has not gotten into an accident in at least for four years, which is to say, she is a good driver. However...
There are times when I don't exactly trust her decision making skills when we are out and about. It's not that she puts us in harms way. It's more like I think I know what the better route to take is. Or what lane to be in for turning. Or when we should leave the house. Or what car to take (actually my mom has only one car, but I thought I would put that in there just because), or if the weather is suitable for driving, or not.
I think that it is the human condition to want to control, well, everything. It starts when we are very young, and especially when we learn the power of the word, "NO!". We like to think that we are the master of our own little destinies or to put it in another way, we like to think we are in complete control over what happens to us...literally. This is such a ridiculous notion and on face level is laughable to say the least, but we believe it nonetheless.
Part 2 is coming up.