One thing that’s become glaringly obvious to me over the last week and a half is how different we are as people. We all react to different things in such different ways. My family has slowly discussed with close friends, coworkers, and family. I have a history of ALS in the family so we have had a 20-year head start on a lot of people on how to deal with feelings. To be honest I think a lot of my lack of emotion is due to this. I was so young when my father was diagnosed that I barely remember it. It’s all very spotty to say the least but I honestly can’t remember the day I was told. Regardless I’ve always been lacking in my emotion. I had a lot of anger issues but it takes a lot to legitimately upset me in other ways. I tend to worry less and try to be more deliberate in my actions to prevent emotions.
Over the past week and a half, I’ve seen so many different reactions. Shockingly my mother has processed this so well. Maybe she’s hidden a lot of it from me, maybe she just knew it was coming, or maybe her faith is just that strong. She has been great which is saying a lot. We have had rocky times throughout life just like most families but she responded with “if anyone is going to beat this it would be you”. While I know, this isn’t something you can really “beat” it is something you can fight. That meant a lot to me. Others have been almost angry and others have gone over the top with the condolences. Maybe I’m a robot or maybe I just know God has a plan but the over the top condolences make me want to vomit. I didn’t lose a child or suddenly die. I have lived a blessed life and accomplished a lot. Bottom line is if I’m not crying for myself why not join in the smiling for a while. Let’s save the sadness for later down the line and live life like there’s no tomorrow. Do God’s work and move onto the next day.
This isn’t a post about me or my feelings it’s a post about life and people. We as a people wrap ourselves in our sadness and the bad things in our life. We become infatuated with the things we can’t control and lose sight of the gifts in front of us. Everyone gets knocked down but not everyone gets up. What if we took getting up a step farther and looked at the getting knocked down as an opportunity to stand back up? What if all the potholes in life are just reminders to appreciate a smooth road? Bottom line is if you get punched in lip let that swollen lip just be a bigger smile.