One strong "Plop"

First of all, let me say that the percolator was a success. Although it started out sounding like it was going to shoot through the ceiling as it built momentum and then (d-r-u-m-r-o-l-l)...plop. Not as strong a 'plop' as I remember when I was a kid but it plopped. And another and another. And maybe the sound was louder in the darkness when I was a kid. Or maybe like everything from back then it just seemed louder-like everything seemed bigger and taller. And maybe it always had that buildup sound. Who knows. But it smelled and sounded good and hubby said it tasted really good. So, yep, it was a success. I am so spoiled.

Now I'm sure you've heard the Chicago Blackhawks won the Stanley cup. Last one was before I was born. That's a long long time. And I didn't watch any games because I didn't want to be the kiss of death. I hadn't watched in the beginning and couldn't jump on the bandwagon last minute. I refused to be the one who brought them down. But when I heard they tied I stayed in the other room pretending to work on a puzzle. I took a tiny peek just in time to see the winning goal. To see the "kid's" excitement as he held his arms in the air and skated towards his team mates. And all before anyone realized they had actually...won. But he knew. He felt it. Said he heard it connect. Perhaps he heard his "plop"?

Then came the moment each player got to hold the Stanley Cup up high in the air. The look of pure passion and excitement was surreal. And there it is. Passion. That one tiny thing that fuels you until you accomplish your desire. When everyone else is ready to walk away, lose hope or interest. If you have passion, there is little you cannot accomplish. And that connection, that deliciously personal moment, makes it all worth it in the end.

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So what are you passionate about?