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State of Grace

6 May

Q.  Pick something you don’t like, and choose to accept it.

I am not graceful. I may have the name, but the similarities pretty much end there. I’m clumsy and accident prone, but I’ve come to accept it. I will not be a dancer anytime soon but that’s fine with me, I’d rather be the plucky comic relief anyway. But I do have a type of grace, something that allows me to part take in crazy scenarios that don’t normally happen to others.

While playing a pirate in my 8th grade play, the top of my boot suctioned itself around my leg and could not be pried off. An inordinate amount of time was spent trying to get this stupid thing off my leg, all while I’m laughing so hard that I was crying. People tried to pull it off and soap was used to slide it off. Finally, a big burly guy from the stage crew had the idea to pry the boot off with a pipe and break the seal. I was beside myself with laughter while thinking, “Really? Does this type of stuff happen to other people?”

On my trip to France a couple years ago, I was traveling with someone I didn’t know very well. While I was trying my very best to pretend I knew French and she had her nose buried in Rick Steve’s travel guide, the metro arrived. She took it upon herself to run down the stairs, screaming at me to follow suit, which I did. Being of sound mind and body, I decided it was a terrible plan to try to get on a train when the doors are closing, (common sense, right?) But no. Within a matter of seconds, the doors were being held open with my friend grabbing one arm and screaming for me to get in. The other arm was being pulled in by an odd, disheveled woman with track marks up her arms, smelling of fish and clearly swearing at me in french. This was my introduction to France, all within the first twenty minutes.

Eiffel Tower at Night

I was in Turkey two years ago. During a particularly cold night’s walk a group of us stopped in a Starbucks to warm up. We got some drinks and sat down. After a short while we noticed a man slowly making his way over to our table. He introduced himself as the “Kenyan James Bond”. He was a charismatic man clearly trying to sell us something, but he was just too fun to turn away. He turned his attention to one of the girls closest to him and predicted how her life would turn out, paying specific attention to how many children she would have all while making her a friendship bracelet at an amazing speed. Apparently everyone at the table was destined to have lots of babies, especially me, I had the most of all.  He told me, “You’re going to have a big family-5 kids!” Oh my goodness. He added, “You’ll also come back here and see me.” Someday I’ll go back and we can see how accurate his psychic powers are…

Sunset view of the Blue Mosque

I used to really hate that things like this happen to me because it would single me out, make me different. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to accept that this is just part of what makes me unique. So much so that a family friend made a doll replica of me. It was a sweet gesture and quite a likeness. She even has a band-aid on her knee.  :)