Instant Karma

Well we all shine on

Like the moon and the stars and the sun.

I woke up thinking of that song today. Maybe it's the sunshine, maybe it's a dream I had but can't remember, or maybe it's just random. One thing I'm sure of is that I love the name of the song. I mean, who doesn't love Instant Karma?

You're driving down the road, a car comes zipping along, dangerously weaving in and out of traffic, and 45 seconds later you see a police car with lights flashing, When you catch up, there is said car, pulled over by said cop. Instant Karma.

You're at a grocery store, and a customer is rude to you or the cashier. Later, in the parking lot, you see him unloading the cart, and a bag breaks. There they are, picking up groceries from the pavement. Instant Karma.

Have you ever seen the movie “Serial Mom” with Kathleen Turner? In case you haven't, it's about a suburban mom who kills people over infractions we all hate. It's a very dark comedy, but funny as heck. In a way, I think she's exacting her own Instant Karma.

Then there are the times Karma isn't instant, or it doesn't make sense. Those are the times we're left wondering why. Why was there that terrible accident? Why does a tornado take the path it does? Why do rogue waves happen? Why, why, why?

I go for my MRI today. I'm expecting it to look something like reverse Swiss cheese. I'm not nervous about it, because it's not diagnostic, I already know. Today I am following the path of the tornado. But why? Am I part of someone's Instant Karma?

Well, we all shine on...