Christmas in Hawaii was a dream, and finalizing our plans for medical school felt like a miracle. Seriously, a miracle. After all these years of uncertainty, anxiousness, prayers galore... MIRACLE. And then bam. This week happened. Max and I were both in separate car accidents in the last 4 days (positive note: not our faults at least), I have mono (again), and it's like wait a second, What on earth is happening here? We were on a roller coaster going up! Only up! WHAT IS HAPPENING.
(All caps and metaphors are entirely for dramatic purposes... but really, this week has been rough).
However, if I've learned anything over the last month (or this last week especially), I've been reminded of something I had read years ago when I was a teenager. John Bytheway once wrote about an experience he had had in high school. It was a rough day/week/month/whatever and when he talked to his Dad about it, his Dad had comforted him by saying, "John, this too shall pass." And it did. As all bad days and weeks and months always do. Not long after, however, as John was flying high and life was going just his way, he let his dad know that the bad days were gone for good - and that is when his Dad had to remind him yet again, "John, this too shall pass."
And as Frank Sinatra once sang, that's life.
So let me share once more what I've shared several times before, (so many times actually, that I now have it memorized as this seems to be one of the greatest tid bits of wisdom for my life):
"Life is like that—ups and downs, a bump on the head, and a crack on the shins. It was ever thus. Hamlet went about crying, “To be or not to be,” but that didn’t solve any of his problems. There is something of a tendency among us to think that everything must be lovely and rosy and beautiful without realizing that even adversity has some sweet uses. One of my favorite newspaper columnists is Jenkin Lloyd Jones. In a recent article published in the News, he commented:. . .