On learning acceptance.

I'm up early. There's tension in the air. Like when there's a big game. Like the day of the Super Bowl. And my Chicago Bears are in it. I want them so much to win. It's an emotional thing. But I brace myself. Just in case they lose. I prepare for the worst. Telling myself that I can't control the outcome. It's fated. Meant to be. I want a happy outcome. For me. Doesn't matter if that's a sad emotional wallop for fans of the other team.  Of course, it's not a big football game today. But something far more important. For me. The presidential election. Between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney. Between the Democrat and the Republican. Between a good guy and a bad guy.  The outcome will either make my day or break my day. I'll go to bed either jubilantly happy or remorsefully sad. Unless it's a very, very close election. And I have to wait weeks for the final result. Maybe that would be the worst case scenario. Lingering tension.  In overtime.  And I'll be tempted to pray to the creator. Which I never do to influence an outcome. Because I'd be asking the creator for a favor. Just so I can feel better emotionally. And that ain't right. It's selfish of me. I suspect the creator wants me to learn acceptance. --Jim Broede