Jack and I were deciding where we wanted to go to dinner on Saturday night and spent about 15 minutes, each offering suggestions which neither of us liked, until we decided on Saratoga. It’s interesting this feeling-out of right decisions. …why one place feels right at a certain time but not at another. A huge wind storm had come though our area about a half hour earlier, so within 5 miles of our house, the road was blocked by a tree that had been blown down. It was too big for us to move, so we turned around and tried a different road and again came to a tree across the road, but this time a car was on the other side of the tree, so Jack and the man in that car were able to drag the tree to the side of the road. Sometimes, when I feel like the trip I’m taking isn’t right, these incidences will serve as signs to turn around, but that wasn’t how either of us felt, so we kept driving.
About 10 minutes later, we were moving right along (in a fair amount of traffic) and I saw a flash of something to the right. At the same time, Jack noticed a man looking like he wanted to cross the road on the left. We realized that it was a man whose dog had gotten away from him. I braked quickly stopping the traffic behind me, and as traffic on both sides came to a halt, the man was able to get his dog. As we started to drive way, he waved to us and said, “Thank you!” and the reason for our trip to Saratoga (not Bennington or Manchester or Glens Falls) and the 2 trees that delayed us (just the perfect amount of time) became clear.
We don’t always get such quick “happy endings to the story” …but the story is never really done. “The story” is our lives, unfolding perfectly (even if in the moment it looks like a mess). If you’re having a tough time, or it seems like things have gone wrong, try not to pronounce it finished...keep looking for things to turn around. Sometimes even saying (in the middle of a rough spell, “I’m really looking forward to seeing what is right about this!” will help soothe our minds and emotions enough that even the thing that was seeming so wrong can look better, and when that happens we are on our way up).
Once upon a time, there was a farmer in the central region of China. He didn’t have a lot of money and had only one horse to plow his field. One afternoon the horse ran away. Everyone in the village said, “Oh, what a horrible thing to happen.” The farmer said simply, “We’ll see.” Three days later, the horse returned with two wild horses. Everyone’s reaction now was, “What a lucky man.” And the farmer said, “We’ll see.” A couple of days later, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the horses but it threw him off and and he broke his leg. Everyone in the village shook their heads and said, “What a poor fellow!” The farmer just said, “We’ll see.” Two days later, the army came into the village to draft new recruits. When they saw that the farmer’s son had a broken leg, they decided not to recruit him. Everyone said, “What a fortunate young man.”…
The farmer smiled again – and said “We’ll see.” Chinese Parable