The Divinely Bouncing Ball

Quarantine Writing – Good Friday Edition

The ball bounced past the man’s house as he sat on the porch reading his morning scripture.  Thinking it had been kicked by one of the kids next door, he waited a handful of seconds for one of them to chase behind it.   

But no one came. 

The ball was bright yellow with a red star on the side, the kind that was full of air and sold in large bins at the drug store.  He sipped his coffee and watched the ball continue on its journey down the street, somehow even navigating the slow turn at the corner.

The man read the scripture again but it didn’t make much sense to him, so decided as he always did, to opt for the editorial in the newspaper instead.  He shook his head as he read the entire thing, his blood pressure rising with every word.  The author, for lack of a better term, was a complete moron, completely misguided on every single point she had laid out. 

Incompetence like this infuriated the man, and he began thinking through the response he would send to the paper. He underlined sections of the article, but struggled to concentrate, as his thoughts kept drifting back to the yellow ball.   

Maybe the wind had blown it, he imagined.  Or maybe a caterpillar? No, maybe a grass hopper, had nudged it just enough to get it rolling, it hit a rock, and started bouncing down the street. Definitely far-fetched he thought, but still it made him smile. 

Regardless, at some point there would be an upset child when they realized their ball was missing.  So, he put off the important matters at hand and began walking down the street.

He soon passed some young kids playing hide-n-go seek. They asked the man to join in and he immediately hid behind some bushes.  It was a bad hiding spot, and it made the kids giggle.  They chased him and somehow he still made it safely to base.  He gave the kids high fives and continued down the road.  A couple of houses later a woman was struggling to get a dozen helium balloons out of her car.  He offered to help and pretended he was being lifted off the ground as he grabbed the balloons.  She pretended to grab him and pull him back to earth.  It made both of them laugh, and he continued on his way.

The yellow ball lay in a patch of grass near a large pond. He grabbed the ball and sat there for a second watching some insects carefully land on top the water.  He was mesmerized by the fact that they didn’t even make the water ripple.  The insects jumped around and seemed to dance with each other.  It was such a simple and amazing thing, and he found it odd that he had never noticed it before.  

A little later he placed the yellow ball in his next-door neighbor’s yard and made his way back to the front porch. 

Switching his focus back to the letter, he began scribbling down a list of points in which the author was a complete imbecile.  His method was time tested, and he would spend the rest of the day researching each point before drafting the letter.  

He didn’t make it far though, as he found his thoughts scattered all over the place. The walk down the street had thrown his whole routine off and so he decided to reset.  He re-read his morning scripture one more time.  

It was a passage that said something about needing to change and become more like children in order to see heaven.

In all honesty the passage still didn’t resonate with him.  He figured it must have a deeper meaning then what was presented on the surface.  He wrote it down in his notepad, adding it to his research for later. 

As he put down his pen, he noticed the yellow ball had begun bouncing down the street again. He got up out of his chair, decided to put off his research for a later time, and smiled as he began the walk to retrieve it.

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