Things in your life come up. Personally, my adversity has arrived, the details for this thought aren’t germane, I’m sorry.
My point being, within the walls of your world, these moments can seem devastating. Circumstances can swirl like a tornadic wind within your soul and the angst of your own drama can feel as if there is indeed a thousand-pound weight resting squarely on your back.
Personally, I go back to my memories from last week. Sitting behind a 6-foot banquet table with 95 other 6-foot banquet tables nearby. Behind each table, another radio host trying to garner something that is going to make that guest and that interview scintillating.
What brings perspective to my world at this moment in time is not the aptly capable athletic stars who tout gold and silver draped over hip attire or $5,000 suits, no. For me, it’s the wounded warriors who sit across from me, resting after a long day of trying to raise awareness for a football game between former stars and those who have been dismembered by war’s bitter ravages. For me, it’s that interviewee who stands up to come to my table to share their moment, hunched over two mechanical legs. It’s the man who looks quickly to his therapy dog for comfort because the present world is just too much to handle at times. For me it’s the stories of guys like Randy Grimes and Vance Johnson, who have battled addiction, been to self-induced hell and back and have lived to not only tell the cold reality but to share the triumphs.
What these people are providing to me, in my moment, is hope. Hope damnit. For without hope, what do we have? We have the abyss. The enablement to allow ourselves to submit to our own ugly situations without the rationale as to why not to fail.
To those who I met last week…..Thank you, you have no idea what you have given to myself and others.