you see, i have come to believe that everything that happens is a blessing to me

when i need a reminder that my power is limited at best, i get experiences that remind me of this

so as i am talking with a friend a bomb dropped from heaven into my pants, by the expression on my face my friend knew their was an issue and i excused myself.

with all the courage i could muster i dropped my pants and sat on the throne and hesitantly examined the damage that was done/removed my clothes and discarded my briefs, i cleaned my posterior and stood to my feet.

recalling the sequence of events i was honest to admit i had no defense, because as much as i tried to prevent the accident………….when the dam broke that was the end of it.

so my control, what little there is ……………..is best used to sow peace and contentment……………because life reminds me now and them…….. that it is what it is, what i do with it is up to me………………but i can’t control it

no, it’s not all good………….i hate that………….but it is all a blessing