PARALLEL LINES DO NOT MEET. - - Happiness...is not...a mathematical formula that one can apply to supply an answer. Rather...it is the sum of who you are multiplied by who you are willing to be. Happiness...like Mathematics is something I was never ever any good at & always made me weep with equal parts Desperation Exasperation & Frustration. Or DEF for short. For example: If it took a man a lifetime to dig himself into a hole how long would it take for half the man he used to be to dig himself out again? Questions – such as this only caused me grief.. In Mathematics(like Latin) which I could also never know I would cheat & repeat words full of sound & no sense. E.g. The cares of the hippopotamus are equal to some of the cares that the other two hippopotami confide. Happiness...like Mathematics was all Greek to me. I don’t know...that’s all I know. But I do know that... Happiness happens every now...& then... the only trick is to be aware that it’s there & that... Parallel Lines do meet... ...at Infinity . Q.E.D. ******* About five years ago working with challenging kids I got my arm broken and had only recovered from that when I recieved a head injury which took out the other arm and paralysied the left hand side of my face. The next five years were a long days journey into night and sheer agony and I became a ghost haunting my own life. I had to learn how to speak properly again(still with an Irish accent) and it took a year for me to be able to close my eye again and another 6 months before I could blink and wink at you. This is my whistling past the graveyard poem with me hoping that the light at the end of the tunnel was the the light at the end of the tunnel and not another oncoming train. I had forgotten what happy was. Before the pain and paralysis rushed me I took a step back and like an American football player I threw my happiness up up into the air and ran forward into my future to try and meet it. The ball seem like it would never come down but...my happiness finally came to ground in the form of this lovely lady. It was touchdown and my esctatic heart went wild. I know now what happy is. A woman called...Janice.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 18:45:55 +0000
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