As we have been working on enjoying and preserving the bounty from my father-in-law's enormous garden, I found myself thinking about an odd comparison.
Cobs of corn are sort of like people. Some of them find their paths early and head toward maturity with purpose and nary a misstep.
Others take detours growing up. Often finding their way after getting sidetracked by choices, chances, or challenges.
Some are just so darn unique that they defy the "normal" and mature in their own unusual way.
I expect we all know people of each kind. And, like we do the corn, we appreciate what they bring to us.