Need Food for Thought? Chew on this!

Updated: Nov 15, 2020

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MASK


Ding Dong!


“Trick or Treat!”


I hopped up out of my chair and grabbed a bowl of candy to see what costume my first trick or treater would have on. The trend this Halloween seemed to be superheroes, but I was sure I’d see my share of pirates, princesses, dinosaurs, and aliens.


“Trick or Treat!” the call sounded again.


I opened the door, grinning at the little Superman standing in front of me with a hand on his hip and puffed out chest, eagerly holding out his bag with the other hand. He looked every bit heroic…except for his lime green shoes. Dropping a few fun size candy bars into his sack, I said, “Here you go, Man of Steel!”


“Thank you, kind citizen!” he announced and immediately whooshed off my porched. I chuckled before stepping out onto the porch to smile at the Fantastic Four as they marched up the driveway.

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“Trick or Treat!”


Opening the door, I was greeted by a great Wolverine’s claws crossed over his masked face, the handle of his candy bag conveniently hooked over one of the claws. Dropping candy into his bag, I pretended to look around and whispered, “Have you run into Sabertooth tonight?”


“Not yet,” he quipped, not missing a beat, “but if I do he’ll get a taste of adamantium claws!” With that, he jumped off the porch and took off running.


As I turned to head back into the house, I happened to notice Wolverine’s lime green shoes. Huh, I thought to myself, that must be the new “in” style.”

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“Trick or Treat!”


I glanced down at my candy stash. Hmm, I’m starting to get a little low. I hope I have enough to last the night. I’d hate to cut my light off early and disappoint anyone. I opened the door to see a large black hat, eye patch, and sword poised in the air.


“Ahoy, matey,” barked the little pirate, “surrender the treasure and I’ll be on my way.”


“I’ve got something better than treasure, Mr. Pirate,” I laughed. “I’ve got candy!”


As I dropped a few pieces of candy into his bag, he held up a crooked finger and bellowed, “ARGH!” As he bounded down the porch steps, I caught a glimpse of his shoes. They were lime green.

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“Trick or Treat!”


I knew this voice. Grinning, I got out of my chair to “out” my little Halloween grubber. When I opened the door, I thought I was mistaken. The colorful clown outfit and face paint took me off guard, but when I looked, I spied the bright green shoes.

It was definitely him.


“Hello there, Mr. Clown,” I smiled, while he honked his squeaky red nose. “I think maybe I should get some candy from your bag this time, since you’ve gotten candy from my bowl several times this evening.” The little clown’s eyes widened, and in a split second he took off in a mad dash down the sidewalk and into the night.


I laughed and shook my head. I was going to give him another piece of candy; he had worked harder than a Las Vegas Show with all of those costume changes. Over the past three hours, I knew he’d visited my house at least four times, possibly more. Grinning to myself, I walked back into the house and turned off the porch light. I really liked how he changed masks and changed his persona to fit it…almost changing who he was. I only knew it was him by his shoes.


Just as I was getting comfortable the doorbell rang. I got up, flipped the porch light, opened the door, and immediately spied green shoes. It was my trick or treat buddy. “Well, hello again.”


“Hello, Mister,” he replied bashfully. Reaching into his goody bag, he lifted a handful of candy toward me. “Here you go.”


Touched by his gesture, I smiled and waved it off. “No son, you keep it. You worked hard for it!”


“Really?” he asked in excitement.


“Absolutely! But you’ve got to tell me this: exactly how many people you were tonight? Four? Five?”


His eyes widened and he shook his head as if he were exhausted. “More than that, but I lost count!” he said.


“Can I tell you something?” I asked, dropping one more piece of candy in his bag. “I only knew it was you because of your shoes. You put on a great show!”


“Thanks, Mister!” he exclaimed. He turned quickly and zoomed down the stairs, looking back at me to yell once more, “Trick or treat!”


Sitting back in my recliner, I kicked up the foot rest and put my hands behind my head, leaning back to think some more about this eventful Halloween. My little friend was a perfect example of people. At various times during the evening he was different characters with different faces, outfits, and mannerisms. So different, in fact, that he couldn’t even remember how many different personas he’d adopted over the span of a few hours.


I remembered an old saying that took me years to grasp: the only constant in life is change. I thought about myself. I was not today who I was when I was in grade school, middle school, or high school. I was not the same person as an adult as I was as a teenager or child. I thought back over the years of things I’d done or said and also remembered things I should’ve done orsaid. Interesting, I thought to myself. It has been said to truly find yourself, you must lose yourself. Maybe I’m beginning to understand that phrase.


Thinking back, I realized I’d been a whole lot of different selves. Some of them good and some of them…well…not so good. I have lost touch with many of the people I used to be. I don’t even recognize them or more importantly recognize myself as them. Many decisions I made years ago are not the same decisions that I would make today because I am not the same person I was then. No regrets. Just facts. I am not the same today as I was yesterday or yesterday’s yesterday. Human beings are hopefully works in progress – it is a mistake to think one is ever finished because the possibilities for growth are endless. The person I am right now is fleeting and temporary, just like all the people I have ever been.


So, what’s my story? I don’t know. It’s long and twisted and not quite finished yet. The person I am right now is as transient and temporary as all the people I’ve ever been. Seems that as life unfolds it provides as many questions as it does answers. I am made and remade continually. Life draws different people from me at different times. I find myself encouraged. I now understand that…

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MOMENT BY MOMENT

WE CHOOSE WHO WE ARE AND THE PERSON PEOPLE SEE

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