Things Happen for a reason…really?
I feel that we take every day for granted…thinking that we are indestructible. It is so hard to try to figure out why things happen. I always was a big believer that everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is because nothing really bad has ever happened to me.
Last week I lost my best friend/co-worker who had been a tragic car accident. Sarah was just celebrating 10 years at work and was recently promoted feeling like she was on top of the world. After working a hard week and celebrating her promotion; she was given the Friday off of work so she could travel to see her family for Thanksgiving.
I hugged her and wished her a wonderful trip and was sorry that I couldn’t join her. Sarah and her dog packed up the car and left early on a foggy morning excited to tell her family about the great news of her promotion.
Sarah only made it out of town 10 minutes and ended up being T-Boned and a 6 car pile-up accident. The fog was so bad that morning but knowing her; she felt indestructible. Sarah unfortunately did not make this crash. Sarah also was not responsible for this accident.
My 22 year old son; being a volunteer fireman, was on site and had to cut her out of her car. Her dog; injured as well, escaped from the car, and could not be found. It took the town all weekend to locate him and he had to be hospitalized.
The question I ask is “why bad things happen to wonderful people?” Sarah was probably one of the most wonderful people you would ever meet. I was raised to be very religious; I go to church every Sunday, but not this Sunday.
You need to appreciate everyone around you, every minute you breathe and to not complain about the little things. There are a lot of articles on line to help with the grievance process. I will probably go back to church eventually; but I am just not ready to yet.