YESTERDAY WAS Frank Sinatra’s Birthday

[in honor of Frank Sinatra’s birthday I have a song and a story entitled “I Did It My Way.” The song celebrates being your own person.  It was one of his signature songs that fans both requested and expected whenever Sinatra sang.] 

The story, however, is a reminder that sometimes “my way” can be the wrong way.]

I Did It My Way 

An old hunter of foxes, 
considered to be the best in the region,
decided finally to retire. 
He gathered together his belongings and 
resolved to set off for the south of the country, 
where the climate was milder.
However, before he could finish packing up his things, 
he received a visit from a young man.

‘I would like to learn your techniques,’ said the newcomer. 
‘In exchange, I will buy your shop, your hunting license, 
and I will also pay you for all your secrets.’

The old man agreed, they signed a contract and 
he taught the young man all the secrets of fox-hunting. 
With the money he received, he bought a beautiful house in the south, 
where the climate was so mild that not once during the whole winter 
did he have to worry about gathering wood for the fire.

In the spring, though, he felt nostalgic for his own village 
and decided to go back and see his friends.
When he arrived, he bumped into the young man 
who, some months before, had paid him a fortune for his secrets.

‘So,’ the old hunter said, ‘how was the hunting season?’

‘I didn’t catch a single fox.’

The old man was surprised and confused.
‘Didn’t you follow my advice?’

With eyes downcast, the young man replied:

‘Well, to be honest, no, I didn’t. 
I thought your methods were out of date and 
I ended up discovering for myself a better way of hunting foxes.’


About Paul Wharton

I am a cradle Catholic, a native West Virginian, and a priest since April 24, 1982. Spiritual Direction has made a tremendous difference in my life and I encourage people to try it out. My motto is "Progress not perfection." I am grateful that God has done for me what I could not do for myself.
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