Today was exceptional. One of those days were everything goes right, but you just know that it cannot last, and of course it didn’t.
I played internet poker (pokerstars) and made 10,000 (play money, not real). That felt really good, only the second time I have achieved this goal. I then went to the bar and played pool (8 ball). The guy I played is a semi master and generally gives me a hard time, but tonight he got whooped, he won one game out of about 25, a serious ass kickin’. Customers watching said it was like I had a remote control for the white ball, it was that good. The new young bar maid has taken a shine to me and I am very hopeful, despite being old, bald and wrinkly.
But at 1am, having consumed my allocated 3 beers, I started the ten minute ride home on my motorbike. It never rains after about 9pm, but we are talking monsoon. The bike electrics were flooded and it took me two hours to get home. I really thought I was going to have to sleep at the side of the road, but a local family took me in, served me coffee and even gave me a dry Tee shirt (this would never happen in my own country).
An exceptional day, but Karma is never far away. Perhaps not a true definition of Karma, but the balance of events seemed somehow correct and I am contented. I am not looking for sympathy, but rather it struck me that everyone must have Karma stories to tell. I know I have a few more. Share your Karma stories.
Dave