The great Abbott used to always say, “I’s am what I am.” She wanted people to be real, to be themselves. She had little patience of fakers, swindlers, liars, or those that put on robes of pretention or airs of superiority. She was down to earth, honest, sincere, and forthright.
One day a great yogi walked across the water and presented himself before the Abbott, and the sisters who were having a picnic by the lake.
“Would you like some bread,” the Abbott asked.
“Bread?” the yogi replied. “If I can walk on water, what need do I have for mortal food?”
“Well,” she replied. “Excuse me, you fancy pants immortal.”
“I am not immortal. I am born and will die like all human beings, but if you or your sister’s choose to receive powers beyond belief then follow me.”
“Powers?” the Abbott replied. “Walking on water is nothing. Try being a woman, giving birth, or holding up half the sky. Now, that’s what I call something special.”
The great yogi had no reply. He turned around, walked out upon the water, and slowly sunk into the lake.
Some may say these events never took place and others may say it is a metaphor. May the metaphors be with you.