My daughter cam home from school yesterday and said, “Daddy, did you know that it is lucky to catch a falling leaf.” It came from nowhere but she obviously felt compelled to tell me this at that particular time. And she is very wise. My wife and I are separating, I am heading toward financial uncertainly and have recently been admitted to hospital because of my bipolar. If there is anyone who needs to catch a leaf at the moment, it would be me.
I kind of forgot about this until I was running through the woods today and noticed the early autumn falling leaves. I stopped my run for a moment, held my hands out and waited for a leaf to come my way. I waited. Ten seconds. Thirty seconds. A minute and nothing. Just waiting for luck to arrive means there will be a long wait.
I carried on running until the next flurry came. Rather than waiting, I started jumping around from one place to another, more desperate to catch an elusive leaf. I came close, some even touched my hand but, alas, no caught leaf. I had more hope and realised that this approach was more successful than just waiting for luck to come to me.
Having made a fool of myself for around a minute or two, an impatient dog was off and away so I trudged on. As fate would have it, there were no more flurries by the time I got back to the car. Bugger. I’d been running for 45 minutes and hadn’t caught my leaf. A little tired, I decided to take action into my own hands. I found a low oak branch with plenty of curled, brown leaves and shook. Suddenly lots of falling leaves which I could catch easily.
When I pick my daughter up from school later, I will tell her that I managed to catch a falling leaf. I probably won’t tell her the most important fact was that I had a lot to do with how I ended up catching one. Some might see shaking the branch as cheating, others might see it as using one’s initiative. The thing is, when it comes to luck, you can’t just sit there and wait for it to fall into your hands, you have to be proactive in looking for it.