I was struggling to pick a topic for today’s article. Nothing felt right. So I did what I often do when the brain won’t cooperate—I stopped trying. I’ve found that not thinking consciously about a problem allows the subconscious to chew on it for a while. Sooner or later, the answer usually appears out of nowhere, like a magician pulling a rabbit from thin air.
While I busied myself with other things and waited for inspiration to strike, the phone rang. A friend was calling to ask if I’d like to grab lunch. Never one to turn down free food, I said yes without hesitation.
As always, our conversation roamed far and wide. By the end of the meal, we had solved most of the world’s problems and polished off two heaping plates apiece. It was Chinese buffet day—always a favorite. And as in every Chinese restaurant I’ve ever visited, the meal ended with fortune cookies.
And that’s when serendipity struck.
I had been searching for a topic to write about. Instead, I received the entire article—wrapped, baked, and served on a tray.
My fortune read:
“Compromise is always wrong if it means sacrificing a principle.”
'Nuff said.
The late NC Sen Jesse Helms once told us .... "Compromise, hell! That's what has happened to us all down the line -- and that's the very cause of our woes. If freedom is right and tyranny is wrong, why should those who believe in freedom treat it as if it were a roll of bologna to be bartered a slice at a time?"
A word the left has never tried to bastardize. Probably because they don't know what it means.