Letting go

Jill and I went across the street last night to drop off the folding stroller that had been left at our house for our neighbors across the street.  While we were talking to the neighbor lady, the little neighbor girl started playing with it, lost her balance and fell down on top of the stroller.  Tears started flowing immediately, and as her mother picked her up to check for permanent damage she said, “Eventually she’ll figure out how to let go on the way down.”  To which I added, “Could be, but I know a lot of alcoholics who still haven’t figured it out.”  Sometimes you just have to wonder how much pain is necessary to prompt growth.