Conversation II

…from Conversation I

“Nope”

“There’s hope, promise and chance.  There was a morning somewhere around eighteen years of age or so you recognized all three.  Remember?”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean NOPE?”

“I don’t remember that day.”

“I do.”  Wow I guess I need to do a little harvesting of memory and bring in the sheaves.

“Trust me you remember and since you are so insistent I’m going for it.  I’ll explain the inexplicable.”

Another doubtful horse snort. “Doubt it.  Last night you ran off and made Tapioca.”

Damn, there’s no quarter for me. “I’m all in.  Listen for a change.  You never have and I’m guessing you never will.”

Snort.

“Quit snorting and listen.”

“To sound like a stuck record.  At some point in our life there was hope, promise and chance.  Argue if you want but those things were the beginning of what made us. “

 “You asked how I do it.  Fine."

Another horsey snort.

" If I could I’d slap you.  Absolutely true the worst thing that has ever happened to me is have the three things that form a life, promise, chance and hope, jerked out from under my feet.

“That’s exactly what happened…how do you do it ?”

“I DON’T KNOW!  “

"How can you not know?"

“I know that promise is the toughest to have pulled out from underneath your feet.  I’ve spent decades with promise under my feet helping me wake up through thick and thin only to have promise recently pulled out under my feet.  Once promise is gone you don’t ever get that one back.

Chance is chance.  Like a chance of thunder storm.  You hope the storm will show up in the afternoon and you can safely watch the dance of lightening across the sky from your porch.  Just as assuredly the storm of chance could demolish your home, soul, or health.

“Hope.  Well that one is our struggle isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

"What about promise?"

Sigh, “I’m going to bed.”

“Of course you are.  Did we fix ourself?”

“Nope, but we will.”