Monday, January 15, 2007
Grace
Life can be very tough.
I tend to let the smaller of life’s annoyances really get to me. Things like Sudoku and how it makes me want to put my fist through a window.
Or how Tony Romo is unable to handle a simple, basic snap and winds up costing the Cowboys a potentially game winning field goal in a playoff game. Yeah, that sucked. What are the odds that 10 years from now Romo’s a female police chief, living in Florida, yelling “Laces out!”?
I’m sure Ohio State fans understand. Those guys were pretty much wearing their national championship T-shirts before kickoff. Then, Florida completely kicked the shit out of Ohio, 41-14. Nice symmetry in that score. Much like, as a friend pointed out to me, there was a certain symmetry in the Ohio State marching band playing the theme from Titanic at halftime… then making the shape of a ship and sinking themselves. Unbelievable.
Other small things that bother me: traffic; the fact that I have three TVs in my living room – only one of which works; and the guy who cut in front of me at Target yesterday. (Yeah, I know you saw me. Prick.) True story, once someone cut me off in traffic and I was so mad the car’s windows started to fog.
Last week, my second cousin and her husband had a daughter, Charlie Grace. Charlie was born after only 24 weeks of pregnancy. The entire family was informed of the child’s condition via emails that included requests for hope and prayer.
And we did pray. Because I truly believe that people have the collective power to affect their world through prayer or mediation or good wishes, whatever you want to call it. I believe a positive attitude can make a difference on our world and affect your general health and the way people react to you. (This is, I can only assume, why my nickname is “Mr. Positive.” Hey, believing it and achieving it are two different things.)
Charlie Grace lived for two days. In her short time she was loved, adored, fretted over and cared for by people near and far. I know this because I am one of those people and for a time I was focused on something that mattered. And the small stuff was just that.
Now my prayers and good wishes move to Charlie’s parents and their immediate family. And I’ve already started getting upset over life’s smaller issues, like the show 24. (Wayne Palmer as president? So stupid!). Because life does go on.
But it’s tough.
I tend to let the smaller of life’s annoyances really get to me. Things like Sudoku and how it makes me want to put my fist through a window.
Or how Tony Romo is unable to handle a simple, basic snap and winds up costing the Cowboys a potentially game winning field goal in a playoff game. Yeah, that sucked. What are the odds that 10 years from now Romo’s a female police chief, living in Florida, yelling “Laces out!”?
I’m sure Ohio State fans understand. Those guys were pretty much wearing their national championship T-shirts before kickoff. Then, Florida completely kicked the shit out of Ohio, 41-14. Nice symmetry in that score. Much like, as a friend pointed out to me, there was a certain symmetry in the Ohio State marching band playing the theme from Titanic at halftime… then making the shape of a ship and sinking themselves. Unbelievable.
Other small things that bother me: traffic; the fact that I have three TVs in my living room – only one of which works; and the guy who cut in front of me at Target yesterday. (Yeah, I know you saw me. Prick.) True story, once someone cut me off in traffic and I was so mad the car’s windows started to fog.
Last week, my second cousin and her husband had a daughter, Charlie Grace. Charlie was born after only 24 weeks of pregnancy. The entire family was informed of the child’s condition via emails that included requests for hope and prayer.
And we did pray. Because I truly believe that people have the collective power to affect their world through prayer or mediation or good wishes, whatever you want to call it. I believe a positive attitude can make a difference on our world and affect your general health and the way people react to you. (This is, I can only assume, why my nickname is “Mr. Positive.” Hey, believing it and achieving it are two different things.)
Charlie Grace lived for two days. In her short time she was loved, adored, fretted over and cared for by people near and far. I know this because I am one of those people and for a time I was focused on something that mattered. And the small stuff was just that.
Now my prayers and good wishes move to Charlie’s parents and their immediate family. And I’ve already started getting upset over life’s smaller issues, like the show 24. (Wayne Palmer as president? So stupid!). Because life does go on.
But it’s tough.
