The Big Bounce

Kyle offered Ferdinand a Blanky. They became fast friends.

There are times in life, when it does funny things to us. I think it is our own power, showing up in the Universe. You know. We “put” something out there, and then, before you know it, that thing shows up in some form or another. It manifests. That word manifest – to be clear or obvious to the eye, or the mind.

It isn’t always in a good way either. I’m trying to think of a worthy example.

Okay. A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to someone about living out in the country, and the many perks therein. Near the end of my positive strokes, I said, “Although, I hate it when the farmers spread manure. It is truly unfortunate when that happens.” And then, a few days later, the farmers all around us are spreading the cow crap around. Zing.

It has happened many times, historically. Sort of. More irony than anything else.

Like bull fighting. I loathe the “sport” of bullfighting. Not such a great sport for the bulls. Anyway. A guy named Bill Hillman was a bit of an expert / enthusiast on the whole topic. And Bill wrote a book about it. He called it “How to Survive the Bulls of Pamplona.” This was the insider’s handbook on how to avoid being gored by bulls. A real page-turner. And then. Then, the Universe spoke. Three weeks after the release of the book, he was gored by a bull.

Same kind of deal with the lady who invented Liquid Paper. The Monkey’s Mom. Mike Nesmith was the Monkey. His Mom, Bette Nesmith Graham. She started out as a secretary, and by having a need, she invented the stuff — the Liquid Paper. At some point in her path, she was fired from her secretarial job for failing to white-out a mistake. It didn’t matter much though. She sold Liquid Paper to the Gillette Corporation for USD $47.5 million in 1979.

This sort of thing bounces around sometimes. Like with The Beatles. Lots and lots of people sure do love The Beatles. And when they pass on, the world gets sad. Like in 2002, not long after George Harrison died. Out in Los Angeles, some group of fans planted a tree in his memory. The tree later died. After being infested by beetles.

Sometimes, this thing goes a little sideways. Sometimes, I think, people test the Universe. Like when they ride over Niagara Falls in a barrel. It is like they have a need to double-dog-dare the big U. The second person to do this Niagara Falls leap was Bobby Leach. Way back in 1911. Right over the falls in a steel barrel and he lived to tell about it. Sometime later, he was walking down the street and he slipped on an orange peel. Broke his leg. The leg got gangrene and the limb had to be amputated. Complications set in from there. And a couple of weeks later he died. Successful over the falls. Then falls, and not so successful.

Little things. Charlie Chaplin once entered a “Charlie Chaplin Walk-Alike Contest.” The poor guy didn’t even place. He finished 20th.

Truthfully, I can’t figure that there is any rhyme nor reason to it. Irony? Luck? The Perpetual Paradox? Who knows.

But once we put it “out there” — away it goes. Heaven only knows where it will ricochet and jounce, and come hurtling back toward us.

There are 1,440 minutes in this day. Every day. A lot of opportunities for us to exude. To give off. To emit. Maybe we should use a few to send out good thoughts to someone, or give a smile, a good word. Or, even take the time to be kind to ourselves. I’m guessing no matter how it bounces around, it will, in the end, have a positive impact.

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“Positive thinking will let you do everything better than negative thinking will.” — Zig Ziglar

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“Want what you have, and then you can have what you want.”
― Frederick Dodson, Parallel Universes of Self

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Miracles happen to those who believe in them. — Bernhard Berenson

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