Serenity is an element of every good life but it is not the rule.
In a lifetime, we march through a succession of fiery walls, fighting flaming emotional and physical ordeals.These trials that come upon us, one after another, usually pass, with some modicum of serenity restored.
We often survive the unremitting fires searing our soul and person because others cared to help.
Here’s an example of what I mean.
A young man at a retail store days ago asked a series of discount questions about a purchase I was making.
I said, “No thanks, thanks for asking.”
He appeared hurt.
I asked, “So how is your day going?”
“Okay, I guess,” he said.
After a pause, he said, “I’m bipolar. I take medication. I spent Thanksgiving alone. My family told me they were too busy to see me, but I knew they were home and could have seen me. But they didn’t want to be with me. My friends abandoned me as well. I was alone. It was hard.” Continue reading