The
Sandbach Journals ~ A Karma Life
I have been a resident of the historic market town of Sandbach for some four months now - pending my unofficial naturalisation. Eversince my regional imigration back in July, a seemingly lifetime ago, there are still as many boxes to unpack as there are jobs to tick off as completed. Sometimes I can relax and just live in the moment in this charasmatic, peaceful, historic, semi-countryside town, and then there are moments when I accept I still have a long way to go before I can really rest on me laurels. I
suppose we all fool ourselves – at some time or other – that all
is well in our little lives. We believe we're sailing along on the
calm and steady waters of our existence, or to put it another way …
A STATE OF DELUSION ! I speak – from personal experience – of
those unseen forces of chance and ill fortune – that some of us have come
to know more intimately as, ' Bloody bad luck'.
Mine
started as many other hard luck story begins, a Monday morning. A
cold wet Monday morning. A cold wet Monday morning in a car. A cold
wet Monday morning in a car that was making a decidedly unhealthy
noise. This transpired to be a very unwelcome crack in the front
exhaust system and as everyone' knows this is the more expensive area
on a car as it feeds some 'cat-a-licked-convertible' or some sort.
But I drew comfort from the fact that at least it made a change from
my 'big end' dropping it's usual clanger – a small consolation, I
suppose. Anyway, heads were nodded, hands wringed and a comprehensive
payment plan was agreed upon – I pay everything up front there and
then, and get to drive my despair away at the end.
A
few days later, I had just started to move on with my life, when
another piece of bad news ran me down... I lost my job ! I hasten to
add - at this point - that this was down to economic cut backs and
general re-structuring and NOT due to any action on my part. I was
merely a casualty to the first dictum in employment law which clearly
states ' he whoever shalleth enter into contract lasteth, shall
geteth the BOOT FASTEST !'
Finally,
to bring the total number of unfortunate incidences to that unholy
triumvirate power of three, I received one more disturbing breakdown
in the status quo of serendipity. On the Thursday evening, whilst
engaged in a extra-marital activity - trying to locate the Christmas
decorations - in the garage, there was a sudden violent CRASH, this
drew my attention to a 3ft long slab of granite laced worktop, a
hangover from a recent kitchen do-over, previously seen propped up
against some boxes, but now currently resting upon my flattened left
foot. As I slipped my size nine loafer from out under the counter my
mind struggled to come to term with a number of issues, what the hell
happened, how much of my foot was still intact, was my shoe split asunder from the sheer force of the encounter and if a man cries in
the garage, and there's nobody else there to witness it … can he really deny it ? A reflex action drove me out of the garage and towards the
sanctuary of home for solace, comfort and a possible offer to drive
me to hospital. I made my way across the yard like a refugee from a
cheap nineteen thirties horror movie ' It Came from Out the Back !',
my hands stretched out before me, reaching for the garden wall, my
stiffened leg – a side-effect of pain and shock – was now only
good in a supporting role, making me look like I was lurching from
side to side, and a strange repeated moan emanated from my lips, a
simple confirmation of ownership, “ My leg, my leg !”
Anyway,
all of this episode made me wonder why the Karma balance in life is
so one sided, I mean what's the deal with bad things happen in
three's, but you only get one piece of good luck ? If bad people can
get away with things and get mostly what they want but only get a
comeuppance way down the line, then what does that say about good
people, if we just grin and bear it then eventually we can look
forward to watching people we don't like crash and burn ? Surely,
good people should have more good fortune as an incentive to stay
good, and bad people just need to learn how to invest more prudently
for the down turn.
And
more important than all of this.....just when the heck will I get my
bit of good luck ? Please let it be soon, otherwise I may have to revise my other option.
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