The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.
I didn’t think he’d do it. This man, so particular, so neat and tidy, one who values what he has and works hard to keep things in like-new condition. He’d rather maintain and fix than buy new. An old school kind of guy. Old trucks, old cars, old movies, old music. One who wished he’d been born decades earlier. In a simpler time. Nary a rebellious streak in him. A former police officer who obeys every traffic rule. Yup, that’s him. Regimented. Not a wild hair to be found. He uses coasters religiously to prevent water marks on his furniture—surely he’d never mar his body. That’s what I thought. But there it was as plain as the nose on his face…uh, his arm…a tattoo!
He told me ahead of time he made the appointment—even described his design, but I didn’t think he’d go through with it. But he did. And I have to admit the tattoo suits him. A piston and wrench in crisscross fashion surrounded by music notes. By my description of him, you probably agree that it fits. But there’s another part of the tattoo—a pair of dice. A gambling man? Not really. He doesn’t play the lottery or cards or slots. He doesn’t bet on the horses or the games. And he doesn’t gamble at making decisions—not a risk-taker. Every decision is well-thought-out.
So why the dice? Because that’s Kevin’s outlook on life. Like rolling the dice, you never really know how it will turn out. You may plan well and think through every decision. But certain situations arise that are beyond your control. And things happen so unexpectedly that it’s…well… as shocking as Kevin getting a tattoo.