My son’s in year-round middle school now, and we get up at 5:45 every morning to make the bus at 6:40. Some days are more harrowing than others, particularly when I’m bogged down with federal grant and report deadlines and get next to no sleep (my husband, however, sleeps on blissfully through the morning melee). Last night was an especially stressful night as I tried to wind down after four gruelling days of stress, and my mind and my body just wouldn’t relax. Truthfully, I had a little emotional breakdown … but I will never admit to it out loud.
But Friday mornings, regardless of how harried I am in trying to get my son out the door, I always linger by the radio in my bedroom around 6:25 when our local NPR station airs the weekly StoryCorps piece. This morning was no different: After A Son’s Injury, A New Life Begins. You know, I sat down in the corner chair and cried through the whole thing. Not because it was so overly sad–though, the topic of the day was a man who’d had a surfing accident when he was younger and is now paralyzed–but because it was so hopeful.
“I don’t think we would have laughed this hard if it weren’t for my injury.”
I’m normally a very optimistic, idealistic, positive person … but even I have my days, and yesterday was one of them. Today, however, the sun seems a little brighter. My coffee tastes a little better. I had a pep in my step from the car to my office building. All because Tom Davis reminded me that even the most tragic, stressful events in life have a phase. And if you hang in there, the sun will shine once again.