Rocky vs. Gandhi in Turkey

And there I was in a mini-van, during a tour of the finer parts of Cappadocia, still staring in awe. I was enjoying all of the natural beauty, minding my own, looking out the window. I felt something on my head, but thought it was the wind or maybe a fly. I found out too late that it was not.

I yelped at the buring pain I hadn't felt in years. I had been stung by a bee. Right on my left eyebrow. Ouch. Oww-wwuu-cch. It hurt. I was grimacing, but when the others in the tour asked if I was alright, I grunted that I was fine. And then I saw the bee.

He was still flying around, directionless. Now, here's what I don't understand. Instead of killing the bee, instead of an-eye-for-an-eye justice, I OPENED THE WINDOW TO LET THE BEE OUT. What is wrong with me? It's like I was turning the other eyebrow for this bee. Who am I, the Bee Gandhi???

These questions have been burned into my head the last couple of days, as my eye swelled up to the size of a ping pong ball. I looked like Rocky during his fight with Apollo Creed. When he tells Mick "Cut me, Mick." That's what my eye looked like. Every bit the picture of Elephant Man beauty.

I went to the doctor, got a shot and some pills, and thankfully my eye is almost back to normal. I can see quite clearly out of it now, and I'm looking for another bee to step to me. If one does, Gandhi's taking the kid gloves off. Eye of the Tiger..... Eye of the Tiger.