So the saying goes that bad things come in 3’s. I am a firm believer in this and the
past two weeks they all decided to hit.
I always joked about it in college and never really was a believer until
the spring and early summer of 2008. A little flash back if I may…
Springtime my parents got a call from my Uncle in
Tennessee. My Oma (my mothers
mother) was not doing well and my Uncle advised my Mom and Dad it would be best
to come down. They flew down and
shortly after she passed away. At
the time I was married and my then wife and I flew down. It was a good chance to get her to meet
that side of the family. She was
pregnant so my Uncle, Aunt and cousins were very excited to see us. I got to say goodbye to my Oma and we
had a small service. She was older
and lived a good life but still it’s never hard to bury a loved one.
A few weeks later I was at work. (At the time I was an In-Flight Crew member for
JetBlue.) I remember I was stuck
working in JFK and my mom called.
She told me the cat was sick.
Now I understand it was an animal, but she was 17 and was our second
pet. She lived with us as my
brother and I grew up. Putting up
with us chasing her, loving her and just growing up with her. I can remember just crying in the back
of the airplane as my mom told me they had to bring her to be put down. I couldn’t do anything about it. I was stuck in NYC working. It was horrible, I always considered
her my cat. My friends all feared
her. (She bit and scratched) The only
cat I ever new in my life to look both ways before crossing our street.
Sometimes mean, but smart as hell.
She passed away literally days after we got back from Tennessee. It was all just happening so fast. I just was so upset because I was stuck
there and felt helpless. I never
even got to say goodbye. When it
comes to death I know no matter how old that person or animal is saying goodbye
is hard. But I think at least with
an older age comes more a letting go aspect. The part that was just so hard was the fact that I was stuck
miles away and couldn’t say goodbye.
Being a person that believes in closure this was just extremely
difficult.
After that I just sat and waited. I told my mom one night something was going to happen. “Bad things come in 3’s”. Early that summer my parents called me,
my grandma fell and was in the hospital.
(This was my father’s mother; she lived in the town over with my Aunt.) I got to the hospital and I saw here
laying there. I knew something was
wrong when I didn’t see her respond to my brother and I. We stayed with her into the night and
left. The next day my mom called and told me she passed away. After that I just felt that bad things
do come in 3’s. After burying two very
close people and one pet I lived without having bad things happen to me really,
until now. I didn’t count the
divorce that is just more tragic on its own.
So now that I gave you my back story he’s how the past two
weeks when for me. Two weeks ago
Sunday I was at work in the back building wheelbarrows. I fell backwards and landed on a box,
that really didn’t break my fall it just broke apart and I hit my left
elbow. It hurt like a motherFu****. I went to HR and told them about
it. I got a report started but we
didn’t file because I told them it hurt but didn’t feel broken. It swelled up and I iced it and took
some low dose pain meds for it. It
does feel better with the slightest of pain still. So that was one.
Just about week later on my way to work I got rear ended on the way to
daycare with Quinn. You can follow
up by clicking here to read the link. That
was two. I told my HR manager at
Lowes that my elbow was feeling better but I was still waiting for the third
bad thing to happen. I told her
all bad things come in three’s!
She laughed and told me to take it easy.
Well it finally hit.
So Sunday night I was getting ready for bed and had to get some change
from my spare change jar. It is a
long glass jar that can hold a lot of change and has been the family for years. I grabbed the top and pulled it up and
slid my right and down the glass shaft to the back to get ready to dump it and
SLICE! UGH! The glass was broke and I cut my right
and pinkie finger. Damn it! I put some paper towels around it but
it kept bleeding. After a while I
called my parents and my poor dad half a sleep answered. I was like how long
should I bleed till I go to the ER?
Lol… Being an Eagle Scout I should know but when an injury happens to
you, you get nervous and tend not to think straight. My mom gets on and said they would be right over. I wrapped it up more and waited out
side at the end of my driveway like I was waiting for the bus for my first day
of school. Pacing around and
getting more nervous and impatient.
I got in and they talked to me about what happened. I told them this was 3 so I should be
good, no more bad things right?
Well I hope not! I got to
the hospital and they looked at it.
It turns out I didn’t need stitches; they just cleaned it and bandaged
it. I got home and fell asleep it
was like 2 am… The next day there
was black ice and the expressway was backed up because of all the crashed that
happened. Well go figure my third bad thing rolled over into that morning’s
traffic as well.
I have to give it about a week and then it can heal and I
get it looked at again. All in all
I can’t tell you the myth about bad things coming in 3’s is something not to be
messed with. I think that a few
things just didn’t go my way but all in all there are reasons for
everything. I got a nice rental
car that is cheap on gas because of my accident, and I am glad my daughter
didn’t get a hold of the change jar so when I step back I try to see the good
in the bad…
Being a spiritual person I believe we have a purpose and I
do feel God has a plan. I wasn’t
thrilled with the divorce, or things like getting hit on the express way or
cutting my self or other things that happen, but what we have to remember in
life that we were giving free will.
So if someone wants to leave or divorce me I can’t blame faith. As much as the divorce was painful, now
that I am on my own I see how much we were different and how maybe it is for
the best. From this post I am just
trying to say if something bad happens we can’t just get upset we have to push
through. Here I am with a hurt
elbow, rental car and bandaged finger!
But cuts and bumps heal, and insurances pay for damages. Life moves on and we go forward. We are human and we are persistent, we
fight to the bitter end and rarely give up. When bad things happen I turn to family and friends and
always faith. I know faith gets a
bad rap when bad things happen.
That for every one good thing that gets remembered 10 bad things get
brought up and talked about.
The one thing the past couple weeks has taught me, besides
to be more careful is just remember to push forward. I keep the memories of loved ones that have passed on but I
don’t dwell on the loss. Death is
as much an important part of life and birth. We remember those who die and honor them, and know we will
see them again. That year my
daughter was born and the cycle started all over again, just like it has been
doing for millions of years. What
I encourage you is not to let things in life make your life come to a
stop. The bruise, car accident and
cut were all obstacles that slowed me down but didn’t stop me from moving
forward. They helped me learn,
grow and adapt to lives changing and ever so demanding need to stay focused and
on your toes. Life is one big
obstacle course and it’s not always easy.
Don’t let the obstacles keep you from moving forward… Always keep moving forward, and yes
sometimes bad things come in 3’s but guess what, good ones do as well…
Have a bless day and remember,
You are never alone…
Love
Christopher
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