Do you ever feel like you stumble across things that were meant for you to see them? Their presence in your life has meaning that just seems too uncanny to be coincidence?
Over the weekend, I watched the movie Signs for the millionth time. There is a scene with Mel Gibson’s character, Graham that gets my brain a-burnin’ every time ~
People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance.
I’m sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they’re on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there’s a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they’re looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.
See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?
When it comes to being a family of motorcyclists, the upsides far outweigh the downsides. But to keep things running smoothly, there is a bit of creative juggling that happens with time management. Neither my husband Kenny nor I can just go out and ride every time we feel like it. We have a kid, a house, a dog – you know how it is.
Over the years we’ve settled into a routine of taking turns when it comes to riding. But it has to be said that the turns are most often in my favor. One more reason why I think I am the luckiest girl in the world.
On Saturday, it was Kenny’s turn to get out and get on the gas. His heart seems to have been consumed by riding dirt so when some of the guys were kicking around getting out for a ride – he was all in.
When he pulled his KTM out getting ready to load it into the truck, I took my Husky out at the same time. With life being life – my Husky has been in tucked away in an unintentional hibernation for what seems like 100 years.
I knew I didn’t have much of a window to do any riding, but so help me – if it was just to do an errand or two I was going to get on that bike and run some gas through it!
Fast forward, 4 loads of laundry, dishes, house tidied up and vacuumed, kid shuttled to a party… my opportunity finally came. And so did the snowflakes. Oh, c’mon!
I paced around, looking out the kitchen window at the snow gently falling. Though it was dusting the lawn and the trees with powdered sugar, the roads were black and wet. Screw it. I threw on my gear and rode to the bank. Glamorous, I know.
I always seem to get the same bank teller when I stop in. She always has the biggest smile for me. She can see me ride up through the big glass window at the front of the branch and always has questions about riding or about whatever motorcycle I’m on. She’s very sweet.
‘Now, you be careful out there on your motorbike,’ she called to me after we finished up and I was walking away. Of course I replied ’careful is my middle name,’ with a smile and a wave. You thought it was danger, didn’t you?
As I cruised back home all felt right in my world. The quick run to the bank put the sexy thump of the Husky back into my ears. I didn’t realize just how much I missed it.