Touray

I don’t have graceful tiny feet. My big toe could be considered fat. This thin wire underneath me doesn’t sympathize… “wobble…wobble” I breathe.

Just a story

-There’s this thought. It’s like a fly. A fat fly buzzing around my head. Imagine like this, this thought, embodied by a fly, is trapped in the car with me. It’s hot and it’s raining. I don’t have an air conditioner.  What to do?

If I roll down the window water splashes in my face.  If I roll up the window it feels as if I am being lightly steamed. Oh yeah and I’m going 75 miles and hour down the freeway.

Then there’s the thought, I mean the fly. I’m sure from the speed in which it comes and goes buzzing around the car that it wants out just as badly as I want it out. It’s like a maniac hitting everything in it’s way especially me.

It buzzes in surround sound. Buzzzzzzzz to the back of the car…..Buzzzz to the front of the car….Swat! I missed it again.

I remember on Sunday the pastor said take your mind off of the fly and put your mind onto yourself.

Well he didn’t actually say fly but my thought fits in that category.

So I focused, meditating on those words, driving 79 miles an hour, pretending not to hear the fly. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…think happy thoughts…..

SWAT!

 This isn’t working.

So I pull over on the access road.

I’m hot, tired, and annoyed.

So I take my shoes off and open the door. I walk over to the grassy edge and lie down. I don’t care that I’m getting all wet. I’m on my way home. I don’t care that people are passing and looking at me, because I am out of that hot car and away from that nagging fly.

After about 10 mins I get up feeling very relaxed. I walk around to get back into the car and as soon as I do I hear buzz…buzz…Buzzzzzz! The tension grows in my back. So I grab the keys out quickly and slam the door!

I go back over to my spot in the grass and lay back down. The water has completely soaked me. All of the sudden an 18 wheeler comes flying down the road and smashes into my car. I watch the car spin and spudder out of control. It lands in 3 pieces and falls into the ditch. The truck  comes to a scretching stop. The driver comes running out and sees me sitting with the goofiest grin on my face.

“Hey, Hey are you alright?”

I am now…I said laughing…thanks.

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