Sunday, July 1, 2007
Lucky, Lucky Me
I have a bizarre talent. I can find four-leaf clovers. By the handful. While walking and glancing down. (It's easier to stop and look. And squatting to look is too easy. Almost cheating.)
No, I'm not kidding.
It started when I was a kid, growing up in a small town in Indiana. I was often bored. Across the alley was a big, lush patch of clover.
Now I'd read about four-leaf clovers, and they sounded pretty nifty. So I spent hours searching for them. To no avail. I mean, I sat in that clover until my butt was numb and still couldn't find a four-leafer. Then came the epiphany: A four-leaf clover should stand out in the crowd. After all, it's different. It should stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.
Next thing I knew, I was finding four-leaf clovers by the handful. (Definition of handful: Two days ago I found 25. Okay, 23 were four-leaf and two were five-leaf.)
Today, I taught my nieces to find them. Katigan said, "I've never looked for them because they're impossible to find." So I explained the paradigm shift, "Look for the unusual. For the one clover that's different from the rest." Her younger sister, Makenna, was listening. Makkie found one right away. A few minutes later, Katigan discovered her first.
Here's the point: In finding four-leaf clovers, as in most of life, luck is where you find it--and it's all in the way you look at things.