Nearly Full Moon...

As I sat on my deck tonight listening to the buzz of the power station and seeing how brilliantly the nearly full moon reflected off the thousands of insulators I wondered who else was looking at the very same nearly full moon and not even close to thinking about me.  Probably quite a few....more like everyone who was looking at the nearly full moon. 

It was a week ago tonight that I was driving back to civilization in the rain when I experienced another event that makes me wonder about life itself.  I believe things happen for a purpose.  Whether its an event or old friends crossing paths or what ever, everything has either a consequence or a benefit.  Anyway, as I drove south on I-29 I suddenly realized that an oncoming driver had lost control of their car on the rain soaked highway and were coming across the median and I was in their path.  Strangley, I did nothing evasive and they crossed the road right behind me.  I didn't stop, I just kept driving wondering why I had been spared again.  Remembering last December 7th when I totalled my car in an accident on I-470 and was left with little more than a bruise from the seatbelt.  The airbag did not deploy as it was not replaced by the driver that had wrecked the car before I bought it.  Can you visualize the kind of cars I drive?

So, what do these events mean if there is a reason for everything?  Why do I keep getting second chances?  Is there unfinished business that I am supposed to be tending to?  Maybe, maybe not.  I know after my brush with death following heart surgery five years ago, someone asked me if I felt like I had cheated death.  To cheat death, I believe you have to have some kind of control over the outcome and I clearly did not, so I told them that I had not cheated death but was merely given a second chance.  I'm starting to think I've had more than my share of second chances.

Anyway, my point is, maybe I need to take care of some unfinished business whatever it may be, close some left open doors or make sure no one is left hurting because of me.  I don't know.

Maybe, living so close to the power station has made me dumber.  Maybe it was Dr. Phil who said, "Either get busy livin' or get busy dyin"."  Did I mention that the moon was nearly full?

That is all...Peters out!