You know what? I have come to the conclusion that no matter how crummy your day seems to be, it can always get just that much worse...
If you let it!
I have seen the move called "Secret" It's a good movie, with a great conceptual idea of how positive thinking can steer your life in the direction of success. Or at least in the direction that you perceive as success. I have put many of the things said in the secret to good use and it really does work. From seeking a good parking spot to expecting cheques to come in the mail. The techniques do work and while I'm certainly not rich today, who knows what tomorrow will hold. Everyone should at least try to apply it to their life with at least some sense of open mindedness. No one says you have to stop believing in God, perhaps the bottom line of the message is that we are connected to God in ways we never dreamed of before.
Yesterday, at the end of the day as per usual I was tired and getting a little cranky. The kids were acting up and well, I let it get the better part of my goat. Just like the beginning of the movie, I found myself spiralling into a seemingly uncontrolled fit of emotions and actions. First the whining of my kids about going to bed... My youngest wasn't feeling too well so we asked the others to go up. Well soon after they went up my girl came down screaming that she is scared to go to sleep because the bird cage in her room is spooking her. We have a bird that is old, 33 years old and I am not sure he's gonna make it, thought he was a goner a few days ago but none the less he's quietly wobbling around the cage but still eating and drinking. Anyhow back to the point. This understandably freaks my daughter out and she asked me to remove the bird from the room. This was an understandable request, reasonable in most circumstances except her method of delivery "Screaming and wailing" got me all stirred up. Naturally I made the assumption that she was upset that her brother did not go up to bed like the others. This assumption was partially based on the comments while the other two stomped up the stairwell saying things like "It's not fair", "Why does he get special treatment?"
BAH!!! Well up I went out of the cozy little nest I had made on the couch with pillows and my wife by my side and my frustrations caused me to stomp up after them, abruptly removing the bird cage and then relocating it in my own bedroom. As I stomped my way down the stairs warning them that they are to all be quiet or there will be consequences, I found myself doing something similar to a Jamaican bobsled standard maneuver down the stairs. My back and head slammed into the stairs as I fell and in a complete moment of confusion all I could think about was. "What the hell did I slip on?" I didn't feel anything under my feet, no truck or car, not even a skate board. It was just a quick but smooth transition to a horizontal and painful position. Now try imagine a 220 pound man 37 years old falling full force onto the stairwell... An intense burning then filled my back and I came to realize that children's safety helmets are only safe when used correctly... Not when placed on the stairs...
So, wife asking over and over "Should I call an ambulance" and kids now screaming "Daddy, are you ok?" The condition went defcon 5 in only about two minutes...
In retrospect, had I just taken a breather before following my daughter upstairs I would have likely noticed the helmet on my way up the stairs and would have been much more sensitive to my daughter's reasonable request to remove the dying bird from her room.
A lesson learned, but not forgotten!
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