Secret Talents

So I believe that we all have a secret talent. Most of us don't know what ours is. I know mine. This idea of a secret talent was introduced to me several years ago by my friend DH. Hers is finding things. A pretty useful secret talent, if you ask me.

Mine? Not so useful. And until this past month, it's never caused me any trouble either. It's finding four leaf clovers. Seriously. I've found hundreds of them in my life. Nothing more relaxing than sitting in a clover patch, searching for four leaf clovers. Really, I do find it relaxing.

But to the trouble part. I walk a pretty dangerous path on my way to work. There's a little curb next to the street with a raised brick flower bed I balance and walk across from the train to a shortcut tunnel. (And who doesn't like to use a shortcut on their way to work?) So this morning I'm walking and balancing and I notice a great big patch of clover. Of course, my secret talent takes over and I start to look for a four leaf clover. I lose my balance, fall in the street, and my backpack (which was pretty loaded with stuff and was heavy) kind of rolls me over on my side a little.

Well, I'm feeling pretty stupid. And clumsy. And luckily not too injured. A guy in a car asks out his window, 'Miss, you okay?' 'I'm fine,' I reply. After all, it's only my pride that hurts. I limp away, head to my office, detour to the ladies where I wash the dirt and pieces of gravel off my legs and think, 'that's the second time this month I tripped and fell in the road while looking at clovers.' Yep, I have a dangerous talent.

Luckily, I have a second secret talent, or maybe it's more of an ability. I have freakishly small wrists and can reach very small spaces. Ahhh, now that's a useful talent!

Okay, this is only a three leaf clover her daddy is handing her, but you can't fault me for throwing up a picture of the grandbaby now, can you?