Being Happy Brings Good Luck


Yesterday one of my students was having trouble getting out from a mood and to anything anyone said, he would complain with loud negations.  His mood had carried over from recess when no one wanted to play his game.  He had sulked around the play area and was not open to talking about it.  He had a reason for why everything and everyone was against him, but he was not willing to make a move to improve his situation.  We had tried racing up the hill to get his energy moving on the way to class.  We had tried doing something for someone else, but nothing was working to move his energy to a lighter state.  So, the class was about to start a group project in which we were to paint the words “Visualize Rain” on a board and then spray water on it to give it a “rained on” effect.
“What good will visualizing rain, do?  It’s not going to rain! I hate this!”  provoked the angry boy.
“God can make anything happen,” replied another boy.
“I don’t believe in God! God’s not real! He can’t make it rain and you can’t either!” shouted the first boy.
A few minutes later, still attempting to drag the energy of the class down with him, he and I stepped outside to have a talk.  After the sour tears of frustration were all squeezed out, he agreed his method of trying to feel better was not working.  I gave him the choice of going back into class being unfriendly and gruff and helping himself to a certainty of more of the really horrible time he was already experiencing or he could at least “fake”  his enjoyment and friendliness and hope it just might turn into some REAL good fun with his buddies.

He agreed to fake it.

About five minutes later he came up to me beaming and sparkling and said, “I just figured something out… being happy brings you good luck!”
“Yes!” I cried, rejoicing with him in his victory, “And that’s God,” I replied, “Now, did you think God was a man with a big grey beard sitting on a cloud?” He laughed and sparkled, “Yeah God’s not a man with an alligator head!”  We laughed because we felt happy.

The next day at recess, the same situation repeated itself.  No one wanted to play his game… again!  But this time he was open to my suggestion.  I offered that skulking around like a sad zombie was not going to attract other boys to him.  He would have to DO something, really magnetic.  “What could we do that is fun and might attract friends to you?” I asked.
“Do you have any giant paper?” he asked, inspired, “I can make a huuuuge paper airplane.”
And before long he and several others were sailing airplanes down the hillside, all smiles.
Thank you for this day, Divine Mother, Om. ❤

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