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Sunday, April 6, 2014

A Lesson From Food Poisoning

So it's been a long time since I've blogged but let me tell you a story... might be a little too graphic... but hey, you knowingly put yourself in the line of fire when you read on.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, I wasn't feeling too well because I had food poisoning.  I felt pretty bad throughout the afternoon, and even after my run, I still felt pretty bad.  I didn't think much of it, but figured that since I didn't feel like eating, I should lie down.

No sooner had I done so, when the pain in my stomach felt so bad, I thought for a moment, "I pity all the females that have to go through childbirth."  and after that, I was asking God why was this happening to me?  Looking around me because there was no time for running to the bathroom, I spotted a box that contained the Nature Valley bars, and dumped them out.

I proceeded to sing through "I've Got a River of Life Flowing Out of Me" over and over in my head, never getting anywhere... but unfortunately, the box had other plans.

As most cardboard boxes are not made for holding any form of liquid, there are cracks on the sides of the box where little by little, things were coming out onto my bed sheet, and so as I continued the flushing of my system, I ran downstairs with the box to the toilet.

I dumped the contents in the toilet as I continued my wonderful singing, and after I had drained all the fluids I could possibly drain, I cleared my nose and started the clean up process.

Everything should have gone well after I flushed the toilet, but hey... we're talking about my life... it's never that easy.

The toilet clogged.

It would be a very simple matter had it been just a simple clog, but unfortunately, this toilet had another fatal flaw.  Occasionally, after flushing, the chain would get caught in the hole and let all the water in the container flush down to the toilet.

To put it bluntly, there was a great flood coming out of the toilet coming to get me as I was washing my hands.  Learning from Noah that there was no time to lose, I proceeded to pick my weapon of choice to end this rain of terror.  I quickly fixed the chain and plunged the plunger down the waters and pushed with my feebly hands.  Once!  Twice!  Thrice!  and finally it was free.

Now at this point, I was tired and weak, there was a mess on the bed, a mess on the bathroom floor, and a mess in my stomach...

I had two choices.  I could just cry and lie down somewhere else and sleep... or I could do something about it.

I went upstairs to cry and lie down, but due to the bed sheet being soaked by certain liquids, I knew there was only one way out.  I took the bed sheet, went downstairs, soaked up part of the water, and threw it in the washing machine.  I proceeded to get my bath towel and do the same, and then mopped up the mess after I started washing the bed sheet and towel.

The thing is, bad things happen.  Sometimes, life really really sucks.  However, you always have a choice.  Are you going to take the beating and stay down?  Or are you going to have the guts to stand back up and fight?

Right now, I'm sitting on my bed waiting for my sheets to dry.  It was going to have to be washed eventually, and you know what, it was about time for the bathroom to be mopped.

Don't let things end if you fall.  Get up and fight.  Move forward.

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