Right Place. Right Time

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Sometimes, the right lesson comes at just the right time. Last night I walked upstairs and was furious as I looked down on the floor and noticed not one, but several gatorade stains all over the carpet. I was still pretty angry today as my son tried to make conversation while digging through his Easter basket. I couldn’t help but think he didn’t even deserve one on this Easter Day. I was already feeling sad that we would be away from family for another holiday while my husband was stuck at work.

Then, it happened. That lesson that would open up my heart and help the anger fade away. While we we’re praying in church this morning for parish intentions, the mention of a little boys passing just about brought me to my knees. As the tears filled my eyes I couldn’t help but think although carpets are replaceable, a four year old boys life that has been ripped away by cancer is not. What a powerful lesson that immediately forced me to see last night and this mornings events in a new perspective.

This little boy was diagnosed over a year ago and every week the priest would mention him during intentions. Although I never knew him, every night I would include him in my prayers. I guess hearing of his passing was bitter sweet for me. I can’t help but shed a tear for the pain of those loved ones that will have to go on without him. But now, his pain and suffering has come to an end. I can’t help but picture him smiling above us. Fly little guy, fly. And today, I will count my blessings…

6 thoughts on “Right Place. Right Time

  1. Good post, with courage to acknowledge your pain, your willingness to be taught at the right place at the right time … Am I right … that you are thankful that you are able to be changed for the better, to be given a bigger view of what is happening … Powerful writing. Sobering context. Thanks.

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