I had a bad boss a few years ago, and one of my friends used
to ask me at least once a week if I’d heard anything from my friends who still
work with him. A previous victim of bullying in the workplace herself, she
keeps hoping he’ll be smitten by a bolt of lightning, or at least lose his job.
I told her to quit thinking about it. If I spent time
worrying about karma paying back everyone who I ever felt mistreated me, I
wouldn’t have time to live a life of my own. I’m not convinced that what goes
around does always come around, so why waste energy looking for it?
If you know me, you know that I believe there is some sort
of omnipresent form in the universe, whatever you choose to call it. So I
believe that things do happen for a reason, even if we don’t necessarily ever
understand it, and it’s just a bonus – a blessing, if you’re comfortable with
that language – when we do get to see the positive result of what happens to us.
When one of my daughters was a pre-teen, she started hanging
around with a girl from a group home a few blocks from our house. I didn’t know
why the kids there were in the home, if they were one step away from juvenile
hall or what.
I was still dithering (one of my specialities) about whether
or not to intercede when a family friend I respected who worked at the group
home stopped me one day to say, “You have no idea how happy we are to see Jaime
with a friend like Amy. It does her so much good to see how a normal family
lives.”
As I learned more, I found that Jaime (not her real name)
had come from a home where she was horrifically abused in almost every way
possible.
After I got over the shock of someone describing our family
as normal, I thought about what our friend had said to me. It made me feel a bit ashamed, that I’d been
so worried about what might affect my child, and assuming it was negative,
without ever thinking about the benefit my child might be offering to someone
else. Besides opening my mind, it was a bonus, to understand the reason the
universe had placed my daughter in that place at that time.
...if we’re lucky enough to find outthat reason, then we should be grateful.
Our family went through a really rough time early in our
marriage. Although totally unplanned, we became a resource for farm families in
trouble who would phone us all the time, as much for a sympathetic ear as for advice
because their neighbours were still in denial that there was a systemic
problem.
I look back now and see those years as a big black section
of my life, even though two of our children were born during it and lots of
other good things happened. But several years later, when my husband and I had
started selling real estate as a method of paying off farm debts, I went to a real estate seminar about 60
miles from where we lived.
Another woman came in late, after we’d all written our names
on our little pieces of folded cardboard, and at the break she sought me out.
After verifying that I was indeed the same woman she’d spoken to on the phone,
she said to me, “You probably don’t even remember me, but you saved my life.”
Wow. Suddenly the horrendous long distance bills (long
before the days of long distance plans!) and the pure hell that our family had
endured had a reason – we saved this woman’s life, by providing her comfort
when her livelihood, her marriage and what seemed like her entire life were
falling apart around her.
That’s a bonus. All those phone conversations and articles I
wrote probably helped other people, to greater or lesser extents, but they were
invisible to me. This person was standing there, real, telling me I had saved
her life as surely as if I’d pulled her out of a flooding river.
What goes around may not always come around. But it’s going
around for a reason, and if we’re lucky enough to find out that reason, then we
should be grateful. It might be as simple as the friend who was afraid the
lower number of entrants in a marathon might mean she’d come in last. I told
her if she did, to think about how good she made the person ahead of her feel.
Sometimes it is just that simple, and just that powerful.
Have you ever realized that something that seemed bad to you
was good for someone else?
P.S. For another family member's viewpoint on this topic, read my daughter's blog at http://craftydame.blogspot.ca/2012/09/fridaysunday-felicities.html.
P.S. For another family member's viewpoint on this topic, read my daughter's blog at http://craftydame.blogspot.ca/2012/09/fridaysunday-felicities.html.
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