Caller number one

I was caller number thirty eight out. They were looking for number 96. I suppose this can be some kind of metaphor for life - something about trying but still missing the mark. Or about persistence even when the odds are stacked against you. Or maybe about giving a half effort and yielding half results.

Funny thing is, I don't even know what the prize was. I suppose this can be a metaphor too. Something about never knowing the results of our efforts. Or things not turning out the way we planned/thought/hoped. Maybe it is just as simple as relying on faith that the outcome will be good.

Maybe I just wasn't meant to win. Maybe I already have enough.

I suppose you can learn a lot from radio phone-in contests. If you want to.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You and also use this as an example to your brother (who thinks you do nothing but blog and nap) of another thing you do with your time.

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