Today, I found myself in the midst of a battle.
I was minding my own business, trying my best to provide for my family,
When my adversary felt it was time to hinder my progress.
At first, I was gentle and friendly, communicating with him that I wanted the best for both of us.
But he didn’t go for it.
Instead, his stubbornness grew.
I tried moving him to the left but he wouldn’t budge.
I tried moving him to the right to no avail.
Suddenly, a crowd formed around us to watch the struggle.
Embarrassed by the attention, I redoubled my efforts to win the skirmish.
But it didn’t work and my frustration grew with every passing moment.
My fists soon developed minds of their own and they pounded the sides of my opponent.
When I could take it no longer, I grabbed my enemy and raised him over my head.
My strength multiplied as I yanked at his layers and finally ripped him in two.
I dropped my foe to the ground and held on to the portion I had snatched away.
And then, following my neighbor’s example, I licked my thumb and rubbed it across the plastic bag I held in my hand as I stood in the produce aisle of the grocery store.
To my amazement, it finally opened.
Celebrating my victory, I placed my zucchini inside and continued my battle for food.
I repeated the process in the broccoli section.
I never learned this skill as a child.
It wasn’t taught at home, at church, or at school,
Yet, be forewarned good people,
For it is necessary for survival.
*Image courtesy of attentie-attentie.