I Don’t Believe in Superstition…But (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 05 2023	Views/Reads: 431/241	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes, the best thing to do is NOTHING and let God have it.

I don't believe in any of the superstitious nonsense that seems to be
going around these days. Some people have a fear of numbers like 13 and 
666. What in the world does a number have to do with anything? 

When I am around people who are superstitious like that, I'm afraid I
lean toward the naughty side and harass them a little bit. It's not my 
fault they're afraid of some number. But I believe I do have a 
responsibility to myself to take advantage of situations like that. 

Not being superstitious, there are times I am slightly confused about
life. Something happens that I don't feel I'm in charge of. I won't go 
to the superstitious side of the road because I don't believe in that. 
But sometimes, things happen that I really can't explain. 

For example, the other morning, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
entered the living room, where I was sitting on my easy chair drinking 
coffee. With a huge smile, she said, “I got you an Apple Fritter for 
this morning.” And she gave it to me, smiled at me, and then walked 
away. 

Now, I'm supposed to accept this as normal? Absolutely not. There is no
reason why she would bring me an Apple Fritter without something 
attached to it. For the life of me, I could not figure out what was 
behind this Apple Fritter. There had to be something because The 
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage never does anything without some 
reasoning behind it. 

Not knowing what to do, I took a little bite of the Apple Fritter, which
brought me to a wonderful place of enjoyment. I drank my coffee and ate 
my Apple Fritter, and my life seemed to be very spectacular at that 
time. 

When I finished the Apple Fritter, I returned to normality and tried to
figure out what was behind all of this. There had to be something 
behind it, and I could not figure it out. 

At my stage in life, I wouldn't ask any questions because I never got
the answer I wanted. I just decided to accept it and move on with the 
day. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage went about the day as though
nothing strange had happened. I decided to go along with her on that. 
After all, I don't know what is behind this. 

The following day, I got up and got my coffee, went out to my easy chair
in the living room, and started to sip it very carefully. Every morning 
starts great with a cup of coffee. 

As I was getting situated, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage walked
in, and I saw in her hand another Apple Fritter. “Here, my dear, is an 
Apple Fritter. I think you'll enjoy this today.” 

I possibly could process yesterday's Apple Fritter, but two days in a
row was beyond my processing ability. Something is going on, and I have 
no idea what it is. Being that as it is, I enjoyed that Apple Fritter 
to the last delicious crumb. 

Again, nothing was said to indicate what was behind this Apple Fritter.
I was getting a little itchy, and I wanted to find out what was going 
on. But I didn't want to sabotage my situation at this time. After all, 
an Apple Fritter is worth the pain. 

The day went normal, and she never mentioned the Apple Fritter. 

By the time we came to go to bed, nothing was said concerning that. It
was just a coincidence, and I could not explain it satisfactorily. 

Again, I got up the following day, went and got my coffee, and sat in my
easy chair. In a few moments, in walks The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage, and in her hand is another Apple Fritter. Obviously, I did 
not get up this morning and was still in bed, sleeping and dreaming. 
This does not happen in real life. I was afraid to do anything for fear 
of waking up out of this dreamland. 

“Here's an Apple Fritter for you this morning. I think you'll enjoy it


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