First Blog Post

I figure that my first blog post should probably explain my blog title, eh? Last Sunday, I had a bad day. Actually, it really was depressing day. Without getting into the "issues" of the day, I decided I needed to get out of the house and take my mind off of the "issues." I decided to go to a local casino, the Amelia Belle, which is not my favorite casino, but is only 10 minutes from my house. I really didn't feel like driving too far. I was glad that I went because I sat next to a retired 73 year lady who was just a delight to visit with. We talked about my job, the job she retired from, our families, the Oscars on the TV, and of course - what to do with the 16's we both kept getting in Blackjack. Our dealer was a very small Vietnamese man named "Mr. Tu," who was no more than 4 1/2 feet tall. They had a stool for him to climb upon to deal and shuffle the cards. He was a very serious man......didn't smile at all, and no conversation with the people at his table other than the "lingo" used in Blackjack. He knew English, but spoke very low and had a very strong Vietnamese accent. I just thought he was precious. I had been at his table before, but never really spoke to him simply because he looked so serious. Since I was feeling down, I was in a rather talkative mood. I know - most people are quite when they feel down. I'm backwards - I wanna talk. Well, after several "shoes", I finally told Mr. Tu ....."I think you are confused Mr. Tu. You keep making your bust card hands, and busting on your face card hands." Low and behold, I got a smile out of Mr. Tu. He said, "I try, I try!" So after another "shoe," which both my friend and I were still losing most of our hands, I called the "pit boss" over who was standing around looking bored. I told him that Mr. Tu had worked over an hour and needed a break. Everybody laughed. He asked us, "Did Mr. Tu need a break, or did WE need a break?" Our table patrons all agreed that it was both. Then, Mr. Tu piped in and said that he had dealt for "way over an hour and needed a break." We all laughed, including a small smile from Mr. Tu, but I was just trying to lighten the mood. One of our table patrons kept getting angry because he kept losing all of his hands. He was being very ugly to Mr. Tu and punching the table every time he busted. I know misery loves company, but he sure wasn't going to upset me anymore than I was already upset. The day "issues" had exhausted me. I am the type of gambler that doesn't walk into a casino with money I can't afford to lose, but it was evident that this man had lost a lot of money. Mr. Tu was an easy target for his frustration since he was the dealer and not allowed to argue with patrons at the table. Finally, a dealer came over to relieve Mr. Tu, and I told him to "take an hour or two, rest, relax, take a nap if he needed one." Everyone laughed again. Mr. Tu told us his bosses would make him come back in 20 minutes, so he pushed his stool under the table and stomped off to his break. Twenty minutes passed, and here came Mr. Tu. I asked him if he felt rested, and he said in his Vietnamese accent, "Ahh yes, me drank strong coffee, gives me much energy now." In the twenty minutes he was gone, we had managed to win back all of the money we had lost with Mr. Tu. Our "sour table buddy" left, so we were now a "happy bunch," and we all told Mr. Tu he better not take anymore of our money....jokingly of course. We were all of the same mind that he truly had no control over how the cards fell, but he said, "I try, I try!" He steps up on his stool and deals out the first hand. Low and behold, he deals him self a Blackjack! We all say, "Welcome back Mr. Tu!" We told him if he kept that up, we were gonna call him the Tu-minator! Again, a little smile crept in, but this time, we even got a little chuckle. He cleans off all of our money, we place all our bets, and he deals the second hand. Guess what? Yep, he deals himself another Blackjack!!!!! Now we are all grabbing our heads and saying, "This is unbelievable!" Mr. Tu is now getting upset for us. He said, "I try, I try! I don't know. This crazy!" Again, he clears off all of our money. We all decide to up our bets because we know this next hand is ours! What are the chances of 3 Blackjacks in a row for the dealer? He deals out the 3 rd hand. Yep, you guessed it! A 3rd Blackjack for the dealer! Now, even us "happy people" are starting to get irritated....not so much with Mr. Tu, but with the cards. The look on Mr. Tu's face was disbelief. He was really starting to feel bad. At that point, he decided to tell us a story: He said that when he was a little boy in Vietnam, he was a worrier. He was always asking his mom questions about his family's future. To calm him, she would sing the song, "Que, Sera, Sera," which means "whatever will be, will be." Through his little story, he tells us that as hard as he is hoping to give us good hands, the cards will be whatever they will be....another words, he had no control over the cards. My friend and I were familiar with that song, and we told him so. We were trying to figure out who sang it. We knew it was in a movie, but couldn't figure out which one. Next thing you know, Mr. Tu is singing the song trying to help us remember the singer and the movie. We were shocked.....Mr. Tu had a beautiful voice! Of course we told him so, which you could tell just made his night. He kept singing as he was dealing, and yes, taking our money.....he really was the Tu-minator.....but, we ended up having a terrific night laughing and cutting up with Mr. Tu. We just kept saying, "Que, Sera, Sera." Even the pit bosses couldn't believe he could sing, AND he had never talked this much at his table. Finally, we all had to go home, but we all left knowing we had made Mr. Tu's night. After that night, that song stayed in my head. I finally had to look up the lyrics. I also found out that it was originally sung by Doris Day in the Alfred Hitchcock movie, The Man Who Knew Too Much. It was originally published in 1956. As I read through the lyrics, I realized how true that song was. "Our future is not for us to see, what will be, will be." So as I thought about my depressing day, I realized that whatever will be, will be. Worrying and crying about it will not change what will be. I have decided to start looking at my whole life that way. Do what is right, and whatever will be, will be----Que, Sera, Sera.