Ever had someone tell you that “You need to face reality!” ?
My sixteen year old son told me the other day that he prefers to “be more realistic”. He’s basically telling me that he expects that the Universe is a dark, cruel place, and he’s afraid to be “too optimistic”.
But what kind of “reality” is that, and why would any human want to believe that?
I prefer the brighter view, the kinder and more loving Universe.
I prefer the Universe that’s pretty much taken care of me for the last 50+ years. I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve always had a roof over my head. I’ve never needed a drink of clean water, and been unable to find one.
When was 13, I decided that it was time for me to get a “real” summer job. Babysitting and washing cars wasn’t bringing in enough cash to cover the stuff I wanted. I talked with my parents, (knowing that they’d have to drive me to work and pick me up) and they agreed.
A couple of weeks went by.
Finally, my Dad asked me “So, are you going to actually look for a job? Do you think someone is just going to call you, out of the blue, and ask you to come and work for them?”
I had to admit that it seemed unlikely, and resolved to start actually calling around the next day.
I never got the chance.
At 9 the next morning, my Dad answered the phone. He got a very odd look on his face after a few.minutes. When he hung up, he turned to me and said “Get dressed, you have a job interview.”
It turned out that a friend of one of my “babysitting families” had a small business out on the highway about 5 miles from home. This friend was someone my Dad knew, as he’d stopped at the place a few times for a burger and a beer.
This friend needed summer help, and she’d asked a couple she knew if they had any recommendations. They’d given her my name. They were one of my babysitting families – I’d watched their three boys several times over the last couple of years.
I worked for that lovely lady for four summers, weekends during the school year, and on holidays. She’s the person who first taught me that I was the only one in charge of my feelings and my attitude. I’m still learning that lesson every day.
I wish that every teenager who gets a summer job could work for someone like LouAlice. She was irreplaceable.
What’s YOUR story? When has the Divine handed you an unexpected gift?
Photo by klimkin, courtesy of Pixabay
With Grace and Gratitude,