This is an old dream. The vivid kind that stays with you forever. I was running scared through a maze fraught with danger – hurdling razor-sharp wires, dodging swinging pendulums and weaving myself through webs of laser beams with life or death precision. I moved with focused intensity and the terrifying expectation that I would make a fatal mistake. As I approached each obstacle I took a deep breath and braced myself for the big “Game Over.”
When I finally made it to the end I was mentally exhausted yet exhilarated over having survived with only a few cuts and burns. I wanted to do it again. Once I knew it was possible to survive the maze, I wanted to see if I could do it and come out completely unscathed.
But a knowing told me I couldn’t. It told me that everyone gets only one turn. I could, however, go back and cheer others on; talk them through it; warn them of impending dangers.
That dream turned out to be prophetic because it pretty well sums up what I have been doing for the past 15 years – talking teens and parents through the minefields of adolescence and dating, cheering them on in hopes of getting them through unscathed.