Sometimes life becomes complicated and we start fretting over decisions we must make. We allow the situation to control us and we become increasingly overwhelmed.
But then life throws you something that shakes you at the core and you realize that what you were suffering over or struggling about is not as important as you thought. You realize that your so-called problems are trivial in the grand scheme of life.
This is what happened to me this week. A dear high school friend lost her daughter. Her beautiful 26 year-old journalist daughter took her own life. My immediate reaction was of shock and terrible sadness. I wondered if my emotions were this strong, then how must a parent feel when they lose a child?
And as if that were not enough sad news for the week, I have been closely following the tragic news of the Nigerian girls abducted from their schools over two weeks ago by Islamist extremists. The number of missing girls is now 276, higher than originally thought. This week the authorities reported that they believe the girls are being sold as wives to some of the extremist abductors and that some have been taken to neighboring Chad, Cameroon. On top of this, the government has been very slow in taking action to try to find the missing girls, further upsetting the girls’ parents and Nigerian citizens. This week saw organized protests by hundreds of women in three different cities of Nigeria expressing their outrage.
I cannot fathom the emptiness and loss that my friend and her family are feeling right now. I cannot imagine the anguish that the parents of the kidnapped girls are suffering, or the despair of the girls. I almost envision these feelings as if I were torn in half and left to rot. I almost envision the physical sensation of gasping for air as if drowning and a heavy painful compression in my heart.
What I find almost miraculous is that in time, people recover from these adversities and begin to heal. I would imagine that the hurt does not go away completely, but that somehow people manage to rebuild themselves and their lives, perhaps not as they once were but in the end overcoming the tragedy. Somehow they find the courage that it takes to just get out of bed, to eat something, to be there for a surviving child and spouse, or to simply breathe. They find the courage to survive one day at a time.
My friend is a terrific lady and I know she and her family will remain strong and overcome this tragic event. I wish for her and her family a peaceful healing journey. I hope the kidnapped girls are found soon. I wish for them to be reunited with their families once again.
I started the week feeling somber about stuff going on in my life and I ended the week realizing that I needed to refocus my energy and thoughts because although the stuff in my life right now may be challenging it is far from being critical in the grand scheme of life.
I wish for you a peaceful day.