And Yet, Here It Is.
At least for a moment, until it becomes something else. Look around the
space you are in right now. What are the odds that everything around you would
be in this exact configuration at this particular moment in time? And yet, here
it is. Every single thing that exists sits at the top of a giant pyramid of lucky
breaks.
My grandfather told me this story shortly before
he died. His father, my great-grandfather, was a very quiet man. My grandfather
hardly ever heard him speak. And yet he had a way of letting it be known what
he was thinking and how he was feeling. One night when my grandfather was a
young man, he brought a young lady home to meet his parents. I guess at some
point in the evening he looked over at his father as if to say, Well, what do you
think? His father just gave him a look with a very slight disapproving shake of
the head and he knew that this girl was not for him. Shortly afterwards, he
brought my grandmother home to meet his parents and this time his father gave
him a slight, almost imperceptible nod that said, This is the one.
If it wasn’t for that little nod, I would not
exist. And yet, here I am.
I for one am relieved, and glad.
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Me too! GB
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