Not so long ago, I traveled to Ireland for one of my many 72 hour out of the country work trips. Landing in Dublin, I found myself extremely motivated to be a tourist. Surely, I could take a few hours to see something to prove to myself and my family that I actually had been to this phenomenal yet quaintly historic country. With the rent a car secured and the GPS set, I ventured to Blarney Castle.
During the two hour drive from Dublin, I day dreamt of all the good luck that would inevitably come my way once I kissed the Blarney Stone. Upon arriving, I marveled at the lush greenery surrounding the castle and the unusually clear day that paved the way for my 100 step climb to the top of the castle. Unbeknownst to me, kissing the stone was way more complicated and not for the faint of heart. Lying on my back, neck tilted back, and suspended in air, I kissed the Blarney Stone! It seemed like something should accompany the exhilaration I felt. I sat up waiting for hundred dollar bills to suddenly rain from the sky. I equate luck to lottery and lottery to luck so luck where comest thou????
Deflated and dejected I slowly wandered back down those small weathered steps to read the placards that explained the history of the Blarney Castle and the famous Blarney Stone. Did that say kissing the Blarney stone gives you the gift of GAB? What? Surely, it aint so. I don’t need the gift of gab. I talk plenty as it is. What in the world would I do with this newfound character trait? Share it with all of you.