Growing Pains: Part II, Tact and Kairos

Bang, Boom, Kapow! I hit another rough patch as I slid into the second base of life. I'm far, far away from home plate. I went from being on deck to trotting past the trials of first base and skidding and landing dead on my face at second. Rest assured that I'm stuck in this "kairos" moment. I have much to learn as I clean the dirt away from my uniform. Dirt flew in my mouth when I slid, so I have to learn to keep it shut when running my bases. And when it is the "kiaros" moment to open my mouth and release my voice "tact" and compassion should rule every syllable and phoneme.
Kurplunk, Bam, Pow! My heart hit the bottom of my belly after I came to that crashing stop at second. The anxiety, emotion, and goals get me going and as soon as I am all wound up, I take off and run, run, run, but I forgot one thing...
It is not all about me.
It cannot be when I want and how I want it. You see, once I leave home plate and initiate the game, I need a team to support me. My team mate has to step up and hit the ball in order for me to be able to run to the next plate. I can never round these bases by myself. Here I am standing here at second base, dirty and waiting on a team mate to help me move forward. I must confess that I didn't treat my team mate very well today. "Tact" escaped my conversation and my "kairos" was far off because I was being insensitive. My team is down as a result and I am not moving forward.