: wings :

Okay, we’re all familiar with the old chestnut, ‘every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,’ from It’s A Wonderful Life.

angelWell, I’m no angel, but ding, ding, ding, I got wings. Mine aren’t the feathery, wispy things that flap. Mine came in the form of a black, four-door sedan with just under 70,000 miles on the odometer. I’m free as the breeze, my huckleberry friends. I can go anywhere, do anything. I don’t even need a tailwind.

You don’t think I can fly, do you? Well, fine, I can’t, I’m still a hostage to gravity. However, I’m no longer subject to car payments. I used the insurance settlement from my recent accident to buy an older, cheaper model. One with significantly fewer miles, I might add. So, believe me when I tell you, I have wings. They just weigh more and have a horn, no bell.

So that job I walked out on? Right before I totaled my car? Who cares. I can squeak by until I find a more lucrative position. Which would be any job in the world, really. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy my freedom — from stress and worry and pressure and regret.

Now, if you’ll pardon me, I must flutter off.

Angel Moon

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17 thoughts on “: wings :

  1. Such a great film, especially around Christmas, forces one to cut to the carcass and stand in front of what means the most in one’s life. Great read.


  2. And the best thing about your wings…no Moulting!
    The difference having or not having a car makes in one’s life is astronomical. I’m happy for you.


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