“I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. You’ve heard the saying about three on a date; just try it for eternity and see how it feels. Once they rented a tandem bicycle, I thought it was meant to taunt me but I smiled anyway. Ever see a restaurant with a table for three? There’s always that fourth empty chair that some think should be for Mary but I think that’s pushing it. It’s difficult enough to be the third on this eternal wheel.
The Big Guy did his thing in seven days and is thought and talked about enough. Boy-God did his bit in only three years and even has an acronym for himself, WWJD as though it helps in a bind. Me? Life is full of twos but rarely is there a third. Change my name to “Rarely?”
I like to think of it as the Big Guy and Boy-God have their fixed roles and get more credit for it. Me? I’m kinda out there, sometimes pictured as a dove when I’d prefer eagle but who listens to me? Me? I’m that wind that whirls around you when you decide to wear a jacket. I’m that gnawing sound that breaks your silence when you thought everything was settled. I’m that gentle nudge on your shoulder right before you go to sleep reminding you about a task or two that needs attention but can wait until morning. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t just whirl, gnaw and nudge. I’m also the one who gives you the place to find and envelope a peace and contentment that is unknown to the world. It’s easy for me because after you’ve done your homework of family, work and friends the place is right there inside you. It is in this place where everything you thought was unimaginable becomes real.
I sound like a fairy godmother but I think she’s patterned after me. I cannot be controlled or harnessed, just like the other two at our dinner table. But I guess I’m the fluid when the Big Guy and Boy-God provided the foundation. I’m able to weave in between their handiwork. Inspire is another one of my qualities when a human institution loses its way or swerves off course. Boy-God often gets the credit for my work but I think that’s the way it should be. Instead of “Rarely,” my name should be “Anonymous” because you don’t know when I’ll whirl or gnaw at you and you won’t think of me when you fill the peaceful place I’ve carved out for you.
Fluid is me and I like it that way. After all when the restaurant bill arrives, it’s the Big Guy or the Boy-God who need to leave the tip.”