It's a Flip of a Coin

 

Given a choice between being in escrow or being in remission, I’d chose remission.  Finding a lucky penny or discovering a lose tooth, I’d pick the penny.  I would sooner watch boxers attempt to lace up their own gloves than to see them hit each other.  And given a choice between watching television or reading a book, I’d select the book, as long as it wasn’t a TV Guide.  And by the way, I see no reason washing machines should agitate.

 

Just now, as I look into the woods, I notice the dark between the trees.  It has always been that darkness that shelters scary.  The tentacles of our immigration weave themselves between those trees and as they get deeper and deeper into the woods, life becomes more and more scary.

 

Only a shrill scream, the kind that sends goosebumps through your very being could possibly draw you deeper into the darkness, foolishly believing you could rescue, thinking you’d get there in time - imagining yourself the hero.

 

The harsh reality is that a stranger, whose office walls are filled with achievements and proclamations, will deliver your final scare.  That is when you’ll realize the scream is coming from you, and nobody is coming to your rescue.  The only word on the next page of your calendar is bleak and you’re beginning to question the luck of that penny.

 

A loose tooth can wiggle in any direction, but luck can only be good or bad.