As a young boy, I had the inevitable ability to get under my mother's feet. She in turn had the ability to come up with a continual stream of suggestions to get me out of the way.
One day when I was about 7 years of age she suggested that I go out to the lawn and look for a four leaf clover. She explained that finding one was deemed lucky and that it was said that once found the recipient would be granted one wish.
This last piece of information set me in motion and I was soon on my knees on the lush lawn at the side of the house diligently seeking the means of my wish.
At first, the dogs wanted to help or simply thought this was some new game. i reacted to them in the same way my mother had reacted to me and threw a ball.
Then it hit me, not the ball, but the thought, what would I wish for? Back into the house I went to get confirmation that it would only be one wish and that the term ‘one wish’ was non negotiable.
I soon found myself back on my knees, that were now green knees, but my enthusiasm for finding the clover had been undermined by my trying to decide what I would wish for.
Try as I might I could not come to a satisfactory conclusion as there were so many desires that this young boy had.
I didn’t find a four leaf clover until I was much, much older and had completely given up on luck, whether good or bad.
A few days ago this four leave clover episode was brought to mind and I immediately knew what my wish would be. I would ask that I be diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. The effects of which diagnosis are beyond my wildest dreams and imaginations.
To the praise of the glory of His wisdom, amen.
One day when I was about 7 years of age she suggested that I go out to the lawn and look for a four leaf clover. She explained that finding one was deemed lucky and that it was said that once found the recipient would be granted one wish.
This last piece of information set me in motion and I was soon on my knees on the lush lawn at the side of the house diligently seeking the means of my wish.
At first, the dogs wanted to help or simply thought this was some new game. i reacted to them in the same way my mother had reacted to me and threw a ball.
Then it hit me, not the ball, but the thought, what would I wish for? Back into the house I went to get confirmation that it would only be one wish and that the term ‘one wish’ was non negotiable.
I soon found myself back on my knees, that were now green knees, but my enthusiasm for finding the clover had been undermined by my trying to decide what I would wish for.
Try as I might I could not come to a satisfactory conclusion as there were so many desires that this young boy had.
I didn’t find a four leaf clover until I was much, much older and had completely given up on luck, whether good or bad.
A few days ago this four leave clover episode was brought to mind and I immediately knew what my wish would be. I would ask that I be diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. The effects of which diagnosis are beyond my wildest dreams and imaginations.
To the praise of the glory of His wisdom, amen.
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