Looking for Meaning

This morning I was ground zero for something large flying overhead. My mother always told me that it was good luck to get bombed by a bird . . . you know the bluebird of happiness theory? In actuality the moral of that blue bird story is that happiness comes more from the journey than the reward and that happiness is fleeting. I don't know if this applies. Moments later, after I accepted the fact that my black raincoat was now spotted with white bird sh%#, the heavens opened up with a downpour of biblical proportion's and washed it all away. God does work in mysterious ways. The moral . . . if you find your self covered in crap just wait you may drown before anyone notices.