Morals- behind a broken red chair

Morals- behind a broken red chair

There is a moral behind everything that happens around you – or to you. It could be one that shows you a new aspect of life, a new way to do things, a different perspective. It could also tell tales or open up great mysteries. It may even give you a nasty lump on the head with hideous pain.

Like the fall I had the other day. Leaning backward on my trusted red chair is something I do every day. I do so on every chair, leave alone the red plastic one. Well, I believe that, that is what chairs are made for, red plastic or otherwise – until, my red plastic chair taught me otherwise. Leaning comfortably backwards, I was least prepared for the crash that followed. The whole world crashed down around me and for a second, I couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. The brand new lump on my head was an unwelcome addition to my physiognomy, as was the pain it permeated. To put it simply, my red plastic chair had given up on me. And had given me a nasty pain along with the brand new lump on my head.

How could my reliable red plastic chair do this to me? A million questions raced through my mind. The jinx was unmistakable- or was it a conspiracy?   Well, the few questions that await an answer will have to wait till the hideous pain subsides. Well, maybe it is be better to let others do the thinking for a while. A few phone calls later, I had quite a few suppositions, posed as answers. The pain continued unabated.

It is a surprise that I had ever considered the givers of these answers, unimaginative, thus far. Spread in front of me were answers that would put the Kennedy Assassination Conspiracy of the Curse of the Mummy from Black Pyramid to shame. It was a miracle that I was here at all. The satanic forces on the lookout for my downfall and the evil doers, including my next door neighbor who cheated at gin rummy yester night were all on the list of ominous forces. Evil eyes galore, that red plastic chair ought never, have been bought.

Any way I have decided, the next time I buy a red plastic chair, I shall check out with all the astrologers and soothsayers, not to forget the National Intelligence Agency and the American CIA. Maybe it would be better stll, not to buy red plastic chairs at all…ever.

My life truly has changed!!!