We went to a tiger temple. (??) These large cats are raised by monks and thus desensitized to human contact, thus rendering 400 pounds of striped fur on a dog leash "safe". The volunteers take your camera and walk you around to various tigers for several Kodak moments. I think I have 15 pictures, which is fine by me. Who wants to be blinking or making a face in the photo of a once in a lifetime opportunity? Not me.
Clearly, petting a tiger is not one of those things I had planned on doing in my lifetime. Then again, neither was traveling to Thailand. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, nor the brightest candle on the cake. I'm not worthy of glossy photos, and I am definitely not in shape. My wallet...well, it shows I'm in college. Cool- please?!? farthest thing from it. I do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, and have regrets. Worse, I focus on these regrets, and kick myself further when it looks like I fall down 10 times more than I get back up. Simply put, I don't have it all together. I am messy.
But none of that mattered. I still got to pet a tiger. Several tigers. And my messy life seemed (temporarily) redeemed in a moment of a cool experience. It didn't matter how many mistakes I had made: the tiger let me pet it. I didn't do anything to deserve such awesomeness, but I still got to touch the tiger.
...so that's how this unmerited grace stuff works.
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