I found an article about Mrs. Elsie Joubert in East London,
who in May of 1999 found an egg inside another egg while preparing
her breakfast. She became famous because of her find, and
her specimen -- called a freak of nature by the Nulaid company
-- was sent to be tested. Tested for what, it didn't say.
A worried woman named Grace on a Poultry Management Internet
discussion forum, February 2001, was asking advice because
her Buff Orpington pullet, 25 weeks old, was "consistently
laying double yolk eggs that weighed over five ounces each."
Forum member "CJR" told her not to worry, and in
farm technical jargon, advised her to enjoy her breakfast
treat. Another person told her that her hen might be having
an identity crisis, thinking of itself as a goose.
But nowhere could I find that my double yolk egg was in any
way special other way than as a nutritional food source. But
I happen to think that it IS special. That's probably because
I'm always looking for specialness. I don't want to miss the
turn on my life path by not reading the signposts. Remaining
ever watchful and trying to do the right thing takes a lot
of time and energy. I know, unconsciously, I'm approaching
eternity with each passing day.
If this were an ordinary day, then why was it so easy to
find and procure the broken washing machine part? Or to put
a raw egg on my computer scanner without making a horrible
mess everywhere? When I reheated a piece of chicken for my
lunch, how is it that it came out just right and tasted good?
Isn't it incredible that the temperature in my backyard is
a perfect seventy-two degrees with a slight breeze, and that
I don't think there is a person in the whole world who's mad
at me right now? I think so!
So I ask myself, is it merely my positive attitude that is
causing all this "good" to happen, or is it the
mark of the double yolk? While I believe that Abe was right
on when he said "most people are about as happy as they
make up their minds to be," help from an outside source
never hurts. Follow that Yellow Brick Road whenever possible.
If I can find something in each day that tells me it's going
to be a good day, will that work? Maybe.
If I had simply eaten the egg with an unconscious frown and
a mind full of worried thought, I would have missed all the
looking and waiting I did today for something special to happen.
Can it be that I am luckier than Elsie, who probably thought
she might get money besides fame, but did not? Or Grace who
couldn't enjoy her breakfast because it wasn't "normal"?
I like the way I feel inside when I think something good
is about to happen. It's not as good as how you feel when
you first fall in love and are walking on clouds, but it's
close. A happy, excited feeling inside my stomach, and a smile
ready to laugh on my face. Like the fool on the Tarot card
who's just about to step off a high cliff and knows he'll
be okay -- that's me. Is Blake's proverb that "if the
fool would persist in her folly she would become wise,"
pertinent to my situation? Was Humpty Dumpty really an egg
inside of an egg and only his outer shell broke? Did he take
the fall to prove a point about positive attitudes?
If I don't sweat the small stuff and never let it enter my
second shell, life could be good all the time even when there's
no double yolker to lead the way. Maybe the "yolk's"
been on me because I worry too much about everything, and
that never changes any situation. It just makes my forehead
lines deeper, and makes all living things avoid me.
Think I'll go wash the egg off my face and wait for something
good to happen next. It's been an eggstraspecial day and I'm
feeling eggseptionly eggcentric and a little silly. Omelette
Moral: Happiness is not having what
you want, but wanting what you already have.
(Or maybe.....Without eggs, life would have no yolks?)
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