November 25, 2022

One of my favorite stories is about Sarah, an aging, newly widowed mother, reflecting on her past with her daughter Rachel. Rachel came upon her mother napping with a smile on her face. After Sarah awakened, Rachel asked her what she had been dreaming about. Sarah told Rachel: “I was counting my chickens.” When Sarah asked her mother why she was dreaming of chickens, Sarah explained: “It occurred to me that I had eaten chicken once or twice a week for so many years. I figured 2 chickens a week, times fifty-two weeks, times my age, 84 years, turns out to be 8,736 chickens. “