Reading my newspaper column could be saving your life!
Either I just turned into a narcissist galore or my deep thinking is getting the best of me. I’d rather be a narcissist to tell the truth. Deep thinking things is like a slow form of torture.
I can be going through life swimmingly. Just one circumstance can affect me into deep thinking myself into a tailspin.
My most recent tailspin off a dock of deep dive thinking is most likely due to my friend actively dying from cancer. Watching the process has me sitting still with myself only thinking about her, at first.
I was sitting at her bedside brushing her hair back with my fingers. I had earlier been in a classroom teaching preschool children. The atoms in the air there were alive and energetic. How quickly energy can change – severely!
I was aware of the feeling of her hair in my fingers. I was aware that her DNA was transferring to mine. All of those things were tangible and right in front of me. But how was it that a mere six hours before I was called – she was up and talking? How was it that she was born to die? How can an infection so rapidly cause such chaos?
This thinking went on and on and then somehow I started to wonder, “I wonder how many people had to make love just for me to be born and alive today?” If you’ve never viewed your life as purposed, just ask yourself that question and then start doing the family tree! WAow!
A silly second on the clock can change things so extraordinarily fast that it nearly takes your breath away. One minute you’re sipping your coffee. You may have checked your social media accounts and just as you are – the universe decides to have a little cosmic chuckle at your expense.
You’ve all had a flat tire on your way to something you deemed important. Do you ever wonder if that flat tire saved you from an accident that was about to occur up the way? In 1984 on Memorial Day weekend and after me and my only boyfriend had taken a break – I was invited by a stunningly beautiful young man to the lakes region of Minnesota. I was hopeful for this relationship to bloom so even I was amuck as to why I would say, “No.”
I couldn’t explain why I said no. I only know I did from my gut.
He left without me to have fun at the lake while I stayed back bored, alone and pining for his company. “He’ll probably find another girl there,” I thought to myself. That made my tummy upset. Then the word hit. His car overturned coming home from the lakes and fell many feet onto a railroad track. He had fallen asleep at the wheel and died tragically and too young. What if I would have been with him? I’d be dead too.
What if me being with him could have kept him awake and alive? I’ll never know. But the universe does.
How many of you have ever had a morning of flub ups? You know, like your toaster that always toasts your toast to perfection suddenly burns it to a crisp. Your house fills with that smell which seeps into your equally as crisp business suit and hair. You have a very important meeting but you know you must change and add some extra perfume to mask the terrible smell. As you’re running up the stairs, you roll your ankle. It swells and your high heel shoes won’t fit on your swollen foot. You curse. You swear!
You pout from the emergency room wondering “why”? Why did this day even have to happen? Your brain spins out of control stacking up all of the people you let down just because your toaster decided to opt out of doing it’s mundane job of getting your toast just right. Are we that important in the grand scheme of things? Or are we so important that the grand scheme of things is dependent upon us?
In the grand comedy of life which really feels more like a sad, melodrama series – these fleeting seconds feel like punchlines sometimes. They remind us that while we plan and prepare, the universe always reserves the right to throw in a plot twist. I stand humbled every time but only because I over think in a bizarre, taxing my heart and brain – kind of way.
How many people had to have sex for me to be born and living today? Lots. I am a child of God so I go way back!
Peculiarly too – I’ll go forward just like my friend will. If I just rely more on my believing and less on just my thinking.
Now my column is done. It probably took up three minutes of your life’s time which I am so grateful for. But because you chose to be still and read for these three minutes – just think of what you may have been saved from. I like to think we will all be saved in the end.
I’ll see you all in Devils Lake soon at the Devil’s Run Car Show! Come by my Monkey Ball trailer and introduce yourselves! Please? My clock is ticking and I want to know you in the time I have left! If you roll your ankle or get a flat tire on the way – don’t come. It means you’re not supposed to. I’ll deliver your Monkey Balls in such a case! No friend of mine will be left without!
