Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Little Engine That Could didn't have FA

Sometimes, I think I could run if I could just remember how.

Not necessarily walking, it is definitely running that I think of as a memory lapse.

It just seems so simple. Everyone does it. If only my stupid brain would remember how to do it.

I know it doesn't work like that. I am not going to run, walk or whatever just because “I think I can.”

When I had just given up driving and after I had failed miserably in my attempts to use hand controls, I told a woman at work of my predicament. Oh, I am sure you will get the hang of hand controls if you keep trying, she said kindly but totally missing the idea of FA.

It often seems that I get nothing out of trying so hard. Except being tired, that is.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, and for that, I blame God.

I dreamed a few nights ago of God, played by Wilford Brimley, saying to me, We'll do this together. I woke right up and my first thought was: Wilford Brimley? Really? But it was a dream; I didn't really pick him.

I felt pretty good about this dream, too, until I woke up and kept right on falling and wobbling like I did before.

4 comments:

Patrick said...

"Son, have you got the diabetis?"

Matt Trott said...

You know, I feel sort of bad that a google search for this big, longtime actor turns up wikapedia, then 2 videos of the diabetes dance mix.

Anonymous said...

I feel bad that in your dream, God wasn't Morgan Freeman.
JTG

Matt Trott said...

Or Alanis

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