Mentored By a Flickering Light Bulb

I was lost, despondent, not figuring out my life in any way When a flashing light bulb that was dying became my mentor. She hissed at me, but I did not hear. I saw her blink, but did not linger. Hey you! She finally yelled. Desperate to straighten me out. "I am dying," she told me. "This is your last chance." This got my attention. She told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. She had less than three hours, So it felt selfish to keep the despondency up. I released it, and it happily flew into the garden to try and annoy the tulips. Good luck, I thought, they are always upbeat. "What do you WANT to do with your life?" the flickering dying lightbulb asked. "I wanted to be a teacher," I said," But I do not have the school." "Go get it," she ordered. " You are not dead yet." So I went back to school, in honor of a dying light bulb who flickered one last time before I could get her name.