Some local construction workers had just poured new cement near my kids’ school. Perhaps in an oversight, they didn’t mark the area, and I fell victim to this clever trap. Extracting myself from ankle-deep cement, I cleaned off my boots and picked up one of my kids. On my drive to get a different kid from a different location, my hat blew off my head out my sunroof and I had to pull around and find it on the road.
I love stuff like this!
Minor misfortunes are just that – minor. My boots are clean, my hat is recovered, and a fresh sense of gratitude that these are the worst things to happen to me today has washed over me. Sometimes it takes a little stumble to shake that into you; too many identical days, even pleasant ones, can start to dim the sense of wonder.
May you laugh in the face of all misfortune, minor or not!
The Opportunity Machine 