Posted on March 29, 2019 by mbasques2014
“What’s sad is that we bring our own unhappiness with us into situations where it’s easiest to blame it on our surroundings and other people.” – – Tara Braveheart
It was a normal looking rope, really. About six feet long, and just left laying in the lunch room of a busy workplace called The Garden Of Eden. Nobody even noticed it until one day a young woman came in for her morning shift, muttering to herself – – problems on top of problems: the husband, the kids, no money, seemingly no future. She would give just about anything for a distraction. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw it. “Is that a snake in the lunch room?” she asked herself while she hurriedly passed through on her way to a meeting. “It’s huge!” She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she’d best tell somebody right away.
The first person she saw was a co-worker from the same department as her. He had come into work muttering to himself – – problems on top of problems: the wife, the kids, no money, seemingly no future. He would give just about anything for a distraction. His co-worker grabbed him as soon as he came into view, excitedly saying, “Look! Look! It’s a snake in there! And it’s gotta be at least twelve feet long!” The co-worker quickly obliged and looked in horror at the fourteen foot snake. Soon, the two of them were talking about nothing else. They hurried out of the lunch room to alert a few others in close proximity, the people they knew best first, about the sixteen foot snake. Before they could call an exterminator, a short-term fix was needed. As the group closest to the lunch room scurried about for boards and nails and hammers to shut in the eighteen foot snake, the rest of the room privy to the slithering nightmare went off to warn the remainder of the building not to go into the lunchroom. The original two (as well as others) didn’t even notice that they were no longer thinking of their personal issues, and wouldn’t for the next eight hours. Not until they left the building and headed for home again, anyway. We must keep our attention on getting rid of this twenty foot snake!
Finally, someone from the group closest to the lunch room said, “Hey, I know just who to call! Magic Man Exterminator! I had rats in my house once and he got rid of them all. He said he didn’t find anything, and that made me think he was nuts, but the thing was – after he left my house they never came back again.” So the man went off to the front desk to call Magic Man to liberate them from their serpentine dilemma.
Report this ad
He did indeed look like a magic man. Dressed in a tuxedo, complete with top hat and wand and white gloves, he looked so grand! He strode in through the main entrance confidently, heading toward the lunch room to survey the problem. As he removed a few of the boards, he chuckled to himself and said to those just outside, “Ok, I’ll have this taken care of in no time. You can just go about your day. Are you sure you want this resolved though? Are you sure you’re not too attached to the problem?” Those around the Magic Man were floored by the question. “Of course we want it resolved!” shot back one of the small crowd. “Are you nuts? Who in blazes wants a forty foot snake in their lunch room?” “Ok then,” replied the Magic Man. “Done deal.”
He noted once again that the situation was always the same. He laughed as he calmly picked up the six foot rope. He’d been to places like The Garden Of Eden before. A few doves fluttered about him as he walked out the door, and those observing him noticed that he moved with such grace and had such a soothing feel about him. The soothing aura the Magic Man emitted was so opposite the norm in the building it made everyone nervous. Though the fifty foot snake was gone, they all had it in the back of their minds to keep an eye out for more, just in case. At least they would have something to talk about. The Magic Man easily picked up on the nervousness, then turned around and tipped his hat saying “Thank you for your business, and as with all of my clients, my service is free of charge.” He exited through a side door and flipped the small rope into the back of his truck. A few of the doves fluttered about in the back of the vehicle also, gliding into it on the trail of the Magic Man’s warmth. The Magic Man fired up his truck and looked back at the entrance and smiled, then laughed softly as he noticed a large yellow-lettered sign with a big arrow pointing toward the doorway, the same sign he noticed at all of the building’s entrances: “Volunteers Only.” Then he started singing a little Magic Man’s song and began waiting for his next call, knowing that it may be a long wait.
Copyright © 1998 - 2019 Mystic Living Today All rights, including copyright, in the content of these Mystic Living Today web pages are owned or controlled for these purposes by Planet Starz, Inc. |
Terms of Service
Disclaimer and Legal Information
For questions or comment, contact Starzcast@mysticlivingtoday.com. Reproduction of this page in any form is not allowed without permission of the author and the owner of this site. All material on this web site, including text, photographs, graphics, code and/or software, are protected by international copyright and trademark laws. Unauthorized use is not permitted. You may not modify, copy, reproduce, republish, upload, post, transmit or distribute, in any manner, the material on this web site. Unless permissions is granted. If you have any questions or problems regarding this site, please e-mail Webmaster. Web site design by: Creative Net FX