Of all the hardships a person has to face, none is more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
What is more torturous, waiting in anticipation or in apprehension? When I was in the crate, every minute stretched into an eternity only to be interrupted by the sound of an approaching vehicle, the hope of rescue marred by the fear of the unknown; after a while, the only conscious thought I remember having was “why me?”
Then it occured to me: why NOT me? I’m as well equipped to handle this as anyone, so why not dispense with the pity party and get on with what part of life I CAN impact, not the part I can’t. This is when I began chewing and tearing at the roof of my prison, a hopeless gesture to some, but dad is firmly convinced that I would have finished the job and clawed my way to freedom had not he and Zach happened along when they did.
This being said, I will admit that the hour I spent alone when they left to get the truck was worse than the days, maybe weeks, spent inside the crate, because now I had hope, and “hope deferred maketh the heart sick”. But hope is always followed by faith, and I had to have faith that they would return, and return they did, to the exceeding benefit of all concerned.
Now, for most people, everything seems to be about waiting, waiting for the weekend, waiting to go on vacation, waiting on the next election, the next round of chemo, the next paycheck, etc, for good or for bad, always waiting for something to happen to us, not for us.
Why wait on the things we can’t control, but put in motion the things that we can? Sure, everyone knows that I have declared every Friday to be Official Charlie Bravo Day, but why should I wait? I can have as much fun on Wednesday afternoon as I can on Friday night; the secret is to always be mindful of what you can do for others in between, preferably for someone or something who can do nothing in return; this action alone can do more to heal the plague of depression afflicting this planet than all the medications, legal and otherwise, combined.
If we can’t fix everything, should we not fix anything? I think not! Regardless of your situation in life, at a cancer treatment center, nursing home, homeless shelter, too old, too young, etc, etc, it matters not, but WE all do and whether you recognize it or not, your actions make a difference to someone.
And Nikki? Stay strong; we have your back.