so blessed. day twenty eight

"Well, go on," said the boy.  "Ride it."

Ralph was ashamed to confess his ignorance.  "I don't know how to start it" he admitted.  "It's the first motorcycle I have ever had a chance to ride."

"You have to make a noise," the boy explained matter-of-factly.  "These cars don't go unless you make a noise."

The answer was so obvious Ralph was disgusted with himself for not knowing without asking.  He grasped the handgrips and, fearful lest his noise be too squeaky, managed a pb-pb-b-b-b.  Sure enough, the motorcycle moved.

Blessed by imagination.  With imagination, life comes alive. 



you have to make a noise...so obvious!