When I was growing up, my father - who always fancied himself a “handy man” of sorts - was determined to personally set up our new outdoor ceiling fan as soon as he bought it. It took him an entire day and halfway through the night to install the fan, and the next morning when I woke up, true enough, the fan was installed!
It was nearly perfect … But as soon as we turned on the fan, it was wobbling. It was wobbling so hard that whenever we would have guests, we would turn the fan off since our guests would be afraid to sit under it, for fear of the fan falling on them! It became a conversational piece, something to talk about during moments of awkward silence. All we need to do would be to look up and ask if our guest have heard of the “outdoor ceiling fan” story.
I don’t remember how many times we’ve told that story to friends but it never fails to make us laugh. Dad is long gone now but the story of our wobbly, rickety outside ceiling fan is still being told whenever we would have family gatherings. It reminds us of Dad, and reminds us that all things in life are precious - especially the ones that are imperfect!