The Pink Bicycle
And the joy it could bring
In the display window at the front of MacDougall’s Hardware Store on Main Street was a sparkling new pink girl’s bicycle. It had a white wicker basket in front of the handle bars with plastic purple flowers attached to the front. It had purple and pink and white streamers coming out of the hand grips. It was not a little girl’s bike but it was also not an adult bike. It was the perfect size for girls like Brenda and Janet.
Every time Brenda passed by MacDougall’s Hardware Store — which was at least once a day — she would stop and stare at the bike. In her head she would say, “I want that bike! I want that bike! I want that bike!” Before going to sleep each night Brenda would kneel beside her bed, put her hands together, and pray, “I want that bike! I want that bike! I want that bike!”
As with everyone else, Brenda’s brain was like a computer. It took in data then filed it away into an ever-growing database. “I want that bike,” is a very simple thought. It is very easily compressed into a file (the I want that bike file) and quickly stored in the database. Every time Brenda had that thought her brain would open the file, put that very same thought into it then file it away. The data was very simple and complete so her brain never sent the thought out into her electromagnetic biofield where it could connect with the…
