I have always believed that only the excellent can happen
to me.
(That's a definition of "excellent" as wide as a barn door)
For instance: I can't steer this boat into harbour.
I need tugboats!!...(and tugboats appear from all four
directions)
-or-
Paralyzed. My muscles frozen at the wheel of the car
in the line to enter the Ferry.
A cop comes: "What seems to be the trouble, Ma'am?"
But I cannot speak....
"Don't worry, Ma'am. We're here to serve!!"
(cops??)
And he gently moves me, takes the wheel, and we go....
on up the ramp.
-or-
Pop Quiz: "What is 'the' flower of courage?"
( There was a lone feather-like bloom--the only thing
single among drifts)....I chose rightly.
Only the excellent can happen to me (though the definition
of "excellent"'s wide as the side of a barn).