No More Ghost-Riding

When I was about seven years old, my brother and I received identical (green-colored) 3-speed bicycles for Christmas. And that would be the very last day those two bikes were the same. The change is pretty simple to explain. I took care of my bike. (It was my temperament.) My brother trashed his. (He wasn't a very good rider.) One minute he would be riding alongside of me. The next minute he would disappear. (I'd have to back track to find him inevitably in a heap somewhere.) My brother was also into "ghost-riding." (I didn't do that either.) You know what "ghost-riding" is. That's when you get your bike going, jump off and let it continue on it's own without a rider until, well ~ another heap (less the human). It goes without saying that my brother's bike didn't last very long with the beating it took. And so he was eventually without a bike. That's when he set his sights on mine. ******* And we wonder why we're (quote) "without." (Some of us do?) And we want what the other guy has. (Some of us do that, too?) But the problem is we're in the predicament we're in (some of us) because we haven't been very good stewards, quite frankly. And even if we had another bike to replace the one we lost, we'd wreck/lose that, too, with our inadequate approach to doing things. (Fill in "bike" with whatever you want: income, house, marriage, business, etc.) No more ghost-riding starting today. Deal? Crash. (There goes my brother again? He didn't always take my advice.)