It’s when I brush my teeth I think! Yes, that’s a bit strange isn’t it? But the comfortable feel of toothbrush bristles on my willing to be massaged teeth lull me into a relaxed state and that’s when ideas, thoughts and plots jump out of my mind, waiting to display themselves on laptop or white sheet of paper.
But today, those creative juices stopped as I was suddenly shaken awake from toothbrush reverie. I realized with a start that something was missing, and understood there was no pain!
No pain? You ask.
Yes, for days on end a cap that had fallen off a tooth, started hurting as soon as the bristles rubbed against the open tooth. “Ouch!” would scream a million or maybe a trillion nerve endings, and “Ouch!” would scream the owner of those trillion painful nerves, and in a jiffy, the toothbrush would be out, and the rinsing of cold water from the tap, which stilled the pain to a certain extent.
A visit to the dentist the day before, had capped, the tooth, and now, I realized my early morning episodes with pain!
And as my creative thoughts started coming back today to their normal timetable, my toothbrush stopped as also those thoughts, as a spirit of thankfulness came over me, because of the lack of pain.
How soon, I’d forgotten how painful the last three mornings had been!
How soon before I’d got back to my old ‘normal’!
As I put my toothbrush back into my mouth knowing there was no need for cold water today, I started wondering at the many times we forget to be thankful when we get back to the ‘normal’?
I remember a few months back as my doctor wife, lay sick with Covid-19, and I had spent restless and nervous nights and days partitioned away from where she lay, how terrified I’d been, but was I thanking God today, for the ‘return to normal’?
And as the toothbrush made its mandatory rounds inside my thoughtful mouth again, I thought of other instances which had so quickly been forgotten, and where a spirit of thanks had disappeared.
I started feeling thankful, I started whispering a ‘thank you’ to a God above.
It seemed my toothbrush joined in the thanks, as it beat a happy rhythm against the insides of my mouth.
“Be careful!” hissed a devilish voice into my ear, “You may break a tooth with your happy brushing!”
“No I won’t!” I said, “Such thankfulness only drives those mishaps away!”
And my toothbrush agreed as my teeth, and the new cap on one of them sparkled with joy..!
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