I mentioned I had two stories to write this week. I thought about saving this story until next week but it might be too important. The second story fit perfectly into the category of "why me?"
After our son's memorial service in 2003, a group of family and friends were walking on a sidewalk, downtown. Elaine's cousin, a member of the clergy was included in that group. Elaine's cousin pushed me away from the group and asked
Cuz: How are you doing?
Me: Not good.
Cuz: Talk to me.
Me: I have no fight left.
Cuz: That's not true. I don't believe that's God's plan. Your fight has just begun.
I'm not sure how or if I processed the words that day, but I have thought about them hundreds of times since. I would be the last person God would choose for anything. Why would there be a plan for me?
I started noticing things happen to me; things that don't happen to other people. If they are happening to other people, maybe people just don't talk about it. Life is sad. Life is funny. Share it.
The story I am about to tell happened to me Thursday morning. If it happened to anyone else you need to tell someone/everyone.
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