Don't Sweat It

     With my entire anatomy covered in grease and sweat…I had to ask myself why didn’t I pay more attention in class…why didn’t I study harder and become a brain surgeon.  If I had done less daydreaming…I could have been in a nice, clean, air-conditioned operating room wearing a white coat with nurses at my beckoned command.  But…no…here I am, all by myself, in a dirty, hot warehouse trying to repair an old worn out tire-changing machine that should have been junked years ago.

     Wait a minute, I can’t stand the sight of blood and I have a terrible bedside manner.  As air fills the bellows, the old apparatus wheezes and comes back to life.  What a feeling of accomplishment…maybe my job isn’t so bad after all.  Besides the patient did not die and no blood was lost during this operation. 

Dear Lord Jesus…

For the talent you gave

I need not put in a grave

Over the fence, is for the dreamer

Only perception makes it greener

Upon me it did not dawn

To just water my own lawn

For it shows no class

To ogle the neighbor’s grass

Thanks for the gifts YOU bestow

There’s no reason for me to woe

For YOU know what’s best

After all…it is just a test.

Amen.