How Good Can It Get?
by Cynthia Sue Larson
August 8, 2000


While I waited in line to board my plane to get to my family reunion this summer, a man standing next to me sighed in exasperation as he noticed the attendant checking people through was a trainee. He told me how his flight had been canceled without warning or notice, and when he had come to the airport to change his flight, he had been sent to the wrong terminal and had only happened by chance to notice that error in time.

After telling me all this and saying, "I will never fly this airline again", he asked me, "What next? How bad can it get?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and asked him if that is really the question he wants an answer to. I added that I usually ask, "How good can it get?" when things seem to be going wrong... because I often find unexpected delights and discover that what seemed to be all wrong turns out to be just right.

My own patience was tried on this very flight, because I had gone to the terminal ticket booth hoping to change my seat assignment to be closer to the front of the plane... but the very same trainee had handled my request, and the time between her telling me "There is a seat in row eleven" and actually typing a key sequence to reserve that seat was too long... someone else took that seat.

I ended up keeping my same seat assignment toward the back of the plane, and discovered that a very tired two-year-old child and her equally tired elderly caretaker were seated next to me. I handed the child some paper and a pen and for a while, she stopped fussing and enjoyed a few minutes of artistic creative bliss. This bliss literally only lasted a few minutes before she began crying again... when the food cart saved the day... for a few more minutes.

I knew that while I had no toys with me, I could still make a puppet out of the little barf bag in the seat pocket ahead of me, so I did. I drew the face of a dog on the puppet and barked as I made the puppet look like it was barking. Ashley was charmed, and so we played this game for some time. I folded her drawing paper into an Origami bowl, and made the letter W out of more little pieces of paper, folding them like chewing gum wrappers into a paper chain.

I began to realize that if I had not sat next to Ashley and her grandmother, this flight would have been a very different experience for all of us! By the end of this flight, Ashley was giggling hysterically at me as I jumped and pantomimed exaggerated reactions to her sudden noises and body movements.

It felt good to walk in both worlds... both the everyday world of daily concerns and the mystical world of one-ness. As Francis Thompson once wrote:

By asking the question "How good can it get?" we change our perspective on this world, leaving behind petty differences and bridging the gap between the physical and spiritual worlds.

As our flight landed, Ashley wanted to move around or at least look at a magazine, but her grandmother refused this request and when Ashley began to cry said, "WHAT?!?!" in total exasperation. I played more games of peek-a-boo and had her giggling once more.

In that moment, I could see all Spirit in her shining eyes.

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Copyright Cynthia Sue Larson
About this author: I'm an inspirational paranormalist. I write articles for Magical Blend and Parabola magazines, as well as Conscious Creation Journal, Planet Lightworker, Themestream and on the internet. I am the author of the forthcoming book REALITY SHIFTS, with preface by physicist and best-selling author Fred Alan Wolf. I have an MBA in Information Systems and an AB in physics. My passion is helping people realize how our thoughts and feelings change the physical world. Visit my RealityShifters web site and subscribe to the (free!) monthly ezine, RealityShifters News, at