Just before dusk, the shadows turning murky, I was taking a leisurely stroll down a lovely country road. Mourning doves cooed, a slight breeze blew, and all was right with the world.
That is until, seemingly from nowhere, a thick-shanked German Shepherd with gravestone eyes was upon me bellowing barks as loud as a car horn. How rude! These canine types can be so gauche at times.
Well, I tore down that road, kicking gravel in the beast’s face, my heart banging like a broken piston. I veered into the weeded ditch and tried to shake the hell hound, but he was undeterred.
His Alpo-breath was singeing my tail when I leapt four feet up the trunk of a tall oak, dug in my claws, and climbed to safety. Wild-eyed, the monster jumped repeatedly against the trunk but of course could gain no purchase.
I sat on a branch, nostrils flared with my own hot breath, and mocking him with my eyes. He finally stopped his feckless barking, retreated, and slinked down the road. One might assume I was annoyed by the whole incident, even frightened. But no. I was exhilarated, the completion of a little game played by canines and felines countless times daily around the globe.
The episode got my blood pumping and, truth be told, was good fun.
My point? Challenges are not bad. If you were content and docile all the time, you might never move. Everything—everything—is ultimately for your growth. Try to revel in whatever comes. Welcome the surprises and challenges.
Sometimes exactly what you may need is a good heart-thumping chase.
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