Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Even when you think all is lost, it's not.

Boy, do I have a parallel to share. I had the most upsetting experience in a long time the other night. No, it was not life or death, even though when my children heard me crying (and such) downstairs, they both were scared to come down to see who had died. They were convinced that for mom to be that upset someone had died.  That sets the stage for my story.  I had worked and worked on a practicum notebook for my class, which was a 17 page document that I had finally finshed with everything in it ready to submit online and when I did, it encripted itself and shut down and acted like it was lost.  I fell apart. (million pieces, not pretty) You get the picture.  Well, long story short, I called my husband (from a meeting, which he had to leave and tell those with him that he had an emergency, again you get the picture of how upset I was). Well, after two hours of help from son James and husband Mike, my file was recovered. Not perfect, but I could retrieve it and piece it back together. Here is the parallel, when we think all is lost, it's not and when we think there is no hope, there is.  My life has actually come back together again after that draining night last week. When I knew all was lost, it wasn't. I'll remember that night for the rest of my life. I know there are lessons that  I am still going to get from this as I ponder the "what was that all about " side of my experience. If you're wondering do I wish I hadn't gotten that upset, Yes, I wish I hadn't, but I did and life goes on.

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