What Can I Say?

I over-heard a man, the other day, make the comment "what can I say, the Lord takes care of me?" Instead of the initial reaction I might normally have, whenever someone appeals to, blames, or otherwise invokes God, I immediately connected with it. The exact phrase I have been repeating recently is "I don't know, somehow the universe is looking out for me." If I'm late, the train's late. If I miss a class, the class got cancelled. If I, last minute, realize I can't keep a meeting, a text comes in that the other person needs to reschedule before I can cancel. If my back goes out, the chiropractor has an immediate appointment available. When I procrastinate a paper to the last hours, I still get an A. I can wear a jacked, chiseled look exercising half the time, as the "dad-bod" man. What can I say?

I absolutely would have missed the train, if I didn't show up at all. I wouldn't have a class to miss, if I never enrolled. I wouldn't have a meeting to reschedule, if I had been too scared to ask for one. I'd be crippled by pain, if I just assumed I couldn't get into the chiropractor on such short notice. "There's no way I can still get an A anymore anyway, it's too late, I might as well just half-ass this paper" is an attitude that can never earn an A. "Slack off a little, you deserve it," is advice I never take. While I'm eating fish and rice, he's eating fry bread and ice-cream. They tell me abs are made in the kitchen. What can I say?

It is a team effort. The world and I each do our part. That's what I say.