Optimistically Doomed

I am one of those mostly positive individuals with a smile on my face expecting the best from my fellow man.  You know, one of those sickeningly content individuals who admits that “everything happens for a reason”.  I honestly believe that – not that I know what those reasons ever are… but if its true that “what does not kill you makes you stronger”, then I am a helluva strong ass man.

I’m not sure why newborn babies die, or why people are starving in all parts of the world.  I don’t know why we have global warming, but am pretty sure its not from cows farting or even my size thirteen carbon foot print.  But it has always been true that when a door has closed, another door has opened – or at least a window.  Sometimes that window is locked, and I have to jimmy it open, but its there dammit.

The other morning I was trying to help one of my managers clean up a spilled pallet.  He was attacking the pile of wooden frames like a dog testing a grape.  He didn’t seem to be doing much with the pile, but he was on the left, then on the right, then growling at it… sheesh!  So I came up and tried to lend a hand, only to be met by a shocking surprise – he burns his candle on both ends and his other job must be a plumber.  I sure as heck hope he didn’t know I was there or trying to help – and that it was a mistake.  His hairless ass peered up at me from the denim den of iniquity – not unlike a chubby kid with his cheeks pushed together.  Why Lord?  Why?

*Shudders*  Moving on…

Well until today, I was not certain why I was 19 minutes late to work the other day.  This happened right after unsuccessfully ‘calling’ in sick a few days prior, and being written up for a no-call no-show.  I did show, but I was two hours late, and rules is rules.  Oh well.  So that string of events prompted me to set a separate alarm clock of my own, not in my spouse’s control.  I have this little clock sitting out of reach from the bed, on my desk, right next to my work clothes.  TODAY was the day that God used me through those events – preparing me for when I would be the vessel for delivering His message.  Its true.

Two things happened that only could have possibly happened if I had gotten up at my alarmed time.  FIRST I ran out of gas on the little gravel road leading away from my house.  I keep a five gallon container of gas in my shed for the lawn mower etc, so I just scampered back to the house and retrieved it.  If I had goten up at my regular spouse controlled time – I would already have been late for work and surely prepped to be written up again.  God knew I was out of gas, and through these life events corrected this day from being a negative experience – prompting me to trust Him more and smile a bit brighter.  *Smiles*

SECOND thing that happened was the real miraculous one.  I was the swift stroke of God’s judgment as I whipped through the curves leading down to Petrovitsky Road where I channel my vehicle in the ruts for an autopilot trek to the large warehouse that actually pays me to show up.  Little Bunny Foo Foo sat on the side of the road, doling out drugs to other despicable rabbits for all I know, when he decided to play ‘chicken’.  I saw the glint of my headlights in the rodent eye balls of his, but the quick flash of gold wasn’t enough to even prompt my foot to the break.  I managed to see him lunge from the right hand side of my car, and quickly gave rise to my Cavalier when the left rear tire took him to heaven.  Or hell.

I don’t know what he did, or to whom he did it to, but the Lord my God wanted him smited, and smite him I did.  This could not have happened unless all these other idiosecrencies fell into place bringing me to the junction of Rabbit Brains and Les Schwab.  So I finally see a small peak at God working in my life and how I help to bring certain things to fruition.  It makes me feel all warm and tingly… of course that could be because I’ve been sitting here for so long and my leg is asleep – but I’ll take my chances.

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