Yes, I have noted the time and I am going to see how long it takes me for this week’s blog. I can usually contemplate for a while but the actual time to get it down is about a thirty minutes. I had surgery on my left hand but since I am right handed I did not stop and consider the number of things I do primarily with my left hand. Nor did I think about those things that take two hands to do - - like dressing. Hence I have joined the classy group of folks sporting pajama pants in public.
There are many things we take for granted in this life. Just as we think that things are jumbled, we often don’t realize how jumbled they can get until we are in that spot and can only muddle through the best we can. We think that we understand where our life is headed then we reach a stretch of bumpy roads and wish we could just take a detour. Such a thing happened to me this week. I began writing this blog about one thing and before the week was done so many other occurrences had taken place that typing one handed had been rendered insignificant.
I had worked on an interview for about three months. It was a matter of timing for both me and the people I was interviewing. They had to travel and so did I to make it happen. I invited a guest co-host along, not realizing at the time I would be driving for the day only one day after hand surgery. I was very thankful that he could join me. He was glad to get out on the road and the day was a gorgeous one. Marvelous for late November in Indiana.
The interview went beautifully. We had a day of camaraderie and I dropped him off to go home and rest before Thanksgiving the next day. Friday morning found me taping yet another interview. Mid morning on Friday I got word that my friend had collapsed on Thanksgiving with family and being unresponsive was in ICU at a local hospital. It was early in the evening that I received word that he had passed away.
Life deals us some unexpected blows. That is the nature of it. I thought of all the time we had spent in the six months I had known him working together and laughing together. I will miss him but his passing was in his life’s plan, not mine. I was one of the ripples in his lifespan. I take the best parts of my association with him and use it to enhance my life.
It kind of puts one handed typing in perspective. We are given numerous situations to deal with and in the end, all we have is “now.” It is how we perceive the “now” that gets us through it all. My friend’s influence will be with me always. My one handed typing is temporary. Both have to be dealt with in the “now” and accepted in the “now.” To try and do otherwise will only lead to frustration and suffering.
Something To Ponder