“I believe we can solve anything,” the Indian doctor had said. All it takes is thought and creativity.
I created something yesterday.
My rain gutters were overflowing and water was seeping through the window.
I just kept remembering what my Indian mentor said, "God gave us the brain."
I figured this particular problem I could lay at the feet of my god-given brain, as it hadn't thought to have the gutters cleaned in the first place. But as they say, barn door, horse, open, gone. But even at this critical stage, the brain didn’t seem overly anxious to kick into high gear. I couldn't tear it away from a Gary Cooper movie and a box of Triscuits.
Brains, and I can only speak for the one I know on an intimate basis, are flighty things; inconvenient, and without much conscience or compassion. But can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
Brains are also insomniacs. At about 2 a.m., it had an idea. Maybe, just maybe ...
Bring me some tape, it said, any kind you've got, and be quick about it, girl. Then we need a long straight stick, and what have you got in the way of a four inch hook ...
No instrument is humble, if it works.
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