“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
Believing in six impossible things before breakfast isn’t as difficult as it sounds. Most of my beliefs are pretty impossible or at least defy logic.
I believe in God. I don’t necessarily believe in organized religion. I know that Christianity doesn’t always make sense; that so much of it depends on having faith in something that I can’t see or prove. But I have to believe that there is something, someone with a plan. Someone bigger than I am, someone in charge.
Rational and scientific people can show me all kinds of proof to the contrary, but I will never stop believing. My faith is as much a part of me as my heart and lungs; I couldn’t survive without any of them.
I believe in ghosts. We have a ghost in our house who likes to turn on the TV during the night. She seems to especially enjoy Craig Ferguson.
She stands beside our bed and gives me a sad, sad smile whenever one of my kids is sick or troubled about something. I’ve done my research so I know who she is – or was—and I think it’s pretty cool that she watches over our kids like this.
I believe in love at first sight. I don’t believe that it only happens once in a lifetime or that it lasts without a hell of a lot of hard work, but I believe in that sudden, instant connection that goes deeper than simple attraction.
I believe in luck because I am the luckiest person alive. I hate to mention my accident again, but think about it: the tree that landed on me was roughly four and a half feet in diameter. It landed on my head hard enough to break my spine in five places, but didn’t crush my skull or damage my spinal cord. It landed on my chest hard enough to pin me in the vehicle, but didn’t damage any internal organs. I lost use of fingers on my left hand, but I am right-handed.
Best luck of all? My kids were in the vehicle but were unharmed. Luck. No other explanation.
I believe in trusting instincts. If it feels wrong, it is wrong. Period.
The best example of this is a story my father used to tell. He picked up a hitchhiker while driving cross-country in the 1970’s, but the kid made him more and more nervous as time went by. The kid –Jeff—was polite and clean-cut and did nothing to arouse suspicion, but Dad said his gut instinct kept gnawing at him until he finally kicked Jeff out of the car at a bus station. For years, he told us about Jeff and promised that we would see him on the news one day.
Jeff’s last name was Dahmer.
My final impossible belief is this: I believe in Karma. Not as some vindictive force that will smite the wicked and so forth. But as just a certain degree of justice in the universe. Mean people don’t win.
Sounds childish, I know. But I believe that fate will eventually get around to everyone.