When It Rains It Pours

In the 1980’s, I worked at an institution that housed behaviorally involved individuals behind locked doors. My commute from home was far. By far and away, the work responsibilities were the most physically and mentally taxing that I have had in my life.

While walking on the campus en route to the Personnel Department, anxiety wrangled my inner sanctum. A whirling dervish of negativity, I rehashed the several things going wrong for me at once. I just returning from a work-related injury, elements of my personal life were in disarray, and nobody seemed home whenever I did soul searching. When it rains it pours. The world seemed to be passing me by. So I stopped dead in my tracks to say a short prayer. My head bowed in reverence. I bypassed asking God for inner strength. Rather, I selfishly asked for a sabbatical from grief. Before I could get out an Amen for a closing statement, a bird flying overhead literally crapped all over me. I must have stopped on the bulls eye target. I ended my prayer by resurrecting the name of Jesus Christ.

When birds of an omen flock together, you are better off moving along and counting your blessings.