Posted by: Jeremy Little
March 19, 2013
I love this story of the Mclearn car company, the tale of how it all began with Bruce McLaren all those years ago. I often wish I lived in that time, where machinery was developing at such a fast rate and cars especially were being foundational revolutionized. In my mind’s eye it seemed like a time of grit and moxie, where guys were just going after it, putting their lives on the line for the next frontier and for progression. And I very well might be seeing through rose coloured glasses that makes the time seem more glamorous than it truly was, but I can’t help but be challenged by guys like Bruce.
To do something well is so worth while, that to die trying to do it better, can not be foolhardy.
I come from a long line of men who took risks, like my father who was and is a business risk taker, starting a successful rental company while pumping gas, losing everything at age 60 and starting from scratch again. Go back further to my great great grand father who was a cabin boy from Norway and hoped ship for a new life in Mexico all those years ago. These men willing to fail and fall on their faces a few times to make something great, wether that meant starting a new life or just finding a source of income for their families.
I think its easy to find myself in a rut of not taking risks, a rut that’s comfortable and easy, but lacks adventure and blazing a new trail for others to one day find, follow and create their own fork from. I never want to indorse foolish risks at the expense of our families and those around us for the sake of adventure, but I want to push my self a little closer to the edge sometimes.
I wanna take risks to be the best husband and father I can be, take risks to see churches planted to the ends of the earth and love people the way Jesus has loved me, or die trying!