The odd, strange and unusual happens to me all the time. When you factor in my klutziness, well, life becomes a wild string of crazy and hilarious chain of events. Today helps to solidify that fact.
This morning I was a bit preoccupied in my head as I locked the front door and headed towards my car. Since my feet are allergic to grass, I never go barefoot unless I'm inside or on the beach.
The exception to the rule was this morning...I left the house barefooted.
I can't tell you what I was thinking, but I was rather oblivious to my surroundings which is why I stepped in a pile of dog poop that a lovely neighbor dog deposited in the grass. Gross!
The poop was warm and squishy on my heel. I didn't want to spread it all over the place, so I hopped to my trunk where I keep a roll of paper towels. Grabbing a wad, I removed most of the stench from my foot. Walking on my tippy toes, I went back inside, put my foot under the running water of the tub faucet and scrubbed my foot.
There wasn't any reason to be mad. What had happened was over and done, so I dried my foot really good, pulled on a thin nylon sock and put on my sneakers. I usually drive with sneakers on instead of my heels because they are not only more comfortable and easier to drive in, but it also preserves the heels on the dressier shoes.
Okay, I'm ready. Let's try this again.
Turning to lock the door with the poop-on-my-heel experience behind me, I headed for the car once again. However, I was so caught up with the thoughts in my mind that I stepped in the rest of the same pile of poop.
Obviously, I was going to be late for work because now I needed to get the poop out of the billion crevices in the bottom of my sneakers. It was beginning to feel like an episode from "I Love Lucy," so I really had to laugh. Once again, I headed back inside to scrub the sole of my shoe.
While sitting on the edge of the tub scrubbing with an old toothbrush, I was careful not to get water in the air holes of the toe of my sneaker. I also didn't want to get the shoelaces wet. There are so many parts to a sneaker! I thought about the guy who invented the aglet, the little plastic or sometimes metal thing on the end of the shoe lace. I'm sure he didn't get paid anything near what Michael Jordan makes for his line of shoes even though the aglet can be found on millions and millions of shoes.
Contemplating the morning's turn of events, I still wasn't angry. I closely inspected my whole sneaker for any possible missed spots of stench. I examined the aglet which I'm somewhat obsessed with lately. It wraps all the way around the end of my shoe lace, but the very end is open leaving the fabric of the string exposed. Luckily, the whole string was still clean this morning.
Our heart is like the sneaker. So many different emotions all wrapped up in just one heart. We try to keep everything neat and tidy to protect us from pain, but no matter what we do, our hearts are exposed sometimes. We all have a little bit of vulnerability just like the shoe lace does with the open end that the aglet doesn't cover. Just that small amount of vulnerability in our hearts is enough to cause us pain. That is why we should choose our friends carefully and choose a mate not only with our heart/emotions, but also our head/intellect. If relationships are based on shallow reasoning, emotions will eventually be headed for a whole bunch of pain just like the vulnerability that the aglet has to dirt and moisture seeping into the end of the lace.
I guess the lesson to be learned is...Don't get poop under your aglet.
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