When I Scratch My Nose

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I Scratch My Nose

Have you heard the Old Wives' Tale that if the palm of your hand is itchy, then you will come into some money?  Or perhaps the one that states if your ears are itchy then someone is speaking of you?  Maybe you’ve heard if your nose is itchy then a fight is going to ensue?

Those Old Wives' Tales are foolish childhood things, we hear and become a part of remembrance as we pass our time.  "When I was a child I acted as a child, and now that I am an adult my childish ways are no more."  Easier said than done.

Yet still to this very day, as I pen these words, each time I scratch my ear I say a prayer to Mary, wishing the things being said about me are worthy.  Every time, I say a prayer to Mary, asking that the people who are talking about me are happy with their subject.

Even when I am reading, or am occupied with another task, if I scratch my nose, I stop for the minute, and recite the prayer to Mary.

When I scratch my nose, I fear that I will be forced into a physical fight.  When I say physical fight, I am not talking about refereed boxing matches.  I refer to bare knuckle brawling!  Broken jaws!  Missing teeth and broken bones; a Hail Mary every time I scratch my nose.

From those Old Wives' Tales, I have myself conditioned to pray for protection, and help to overcome the events I keep setting myself up to encounter.   

Faith says to me in many verses to “Fear not.”  So my anxiety relating to the Old Wives' Tales I have myself conditioned too is a futile exercise I need not perform.