Keep your fingers crossed

Write a story using the cliche "Keep your fingers crossed."

            My car has always been kind of a sanctuary to me. I was never that kid or teenager who couldn’t wait to get her driver’s license so she could go to the movies or wherever. Partly because I don’t get out too much. I go to a movie theatre 4-6 times a year. I only go out to eat if I’m meeting someone and they suggest that’s where we meet. It’s not that I don’t get out at all. I go to church things several times a week and I’m usually at the library at least once a week.

            Anyway, my car. People think that my car is clean. They think wrong. My back window has three dead bees: Fred, Raphael, and Winifred-Ingaborg. I am proud to say that I did not name any of them; I made the people I was driving name them. I also have some palms from Palm Sunday two years ago in my car. There’s also a Dove’s chocolate wrapper near my clock. I have it folded so that all you can see are the words, “Live your dreams.” I’m not sure how many years that wrapper has been rolling around by my clock. Towards the end of last week, that wrapper decided to stand up so that I could read it. It has been stuck that way since.

            It feels a bit like if I put that wrapper so that it would be laying flat again, I would be ignoring something meaningful. That wrapper says so much more than “Keep your fingers crossed” or “Hope for the best.” It tells me that I can live right now the way I need to to make those dreams come true. It whispers to me, “Keep going. You can do it. Don’t give up.”

            Actually, before that wrapper decided to stand up, I could have sworn it said something like “Variety is the spice of life.” I was planning on throwing it out, but never got around to it. That little wrapper decided it had something to say, something important enough to stand up for and stand firm.

            It seems like a lot of things around me have been telling me I need to start living my dreams. This goes back to my post about being silent, but there’s a quote from Maya Angelou that says “. . .wear your passion.” I wear mine like a superhero wears his spandex, hidden under ever day clothes. Maybe we’re all a bit like superheroes. We are capable of much more than we let other people see or even what we think. God has given us some really amazing gifts. It’s past time that we use them for His glory.

            Don’t just keep your fingers closed. Go after it.