I'm just as squeamish as the next girl when it comes to bugs and things that hop and fly. Why, then, was I happily running while (easily) thirty or so grasshoppers were jumping all around me, in front of me, behind me, and sometimes bouncing off of me? It's because at that time, the sun was high in the sky, it was extrememly hot, and I was hurrying to get home from a really long run of ten miles. Maybe it's the same principle that my friend's old physics teacher exhibited when he lay down on a bed of nails and didn't get hurt, but would not dare step on a single nail. Nonetheless, I was still pleased with myself and mildly entertained. A little hopping grasshopper which has no history (that I know) of ever stinging or biting a human is a tiny issue compared with the intense heat, my extreme thirst, and the last three seemingly endless miles that lay yet ahead. I pray that I can blow off the little things and focus on the big issues in my life today and always.
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