Universe: Message Received 8-12-11

Universe: Message Received.  8-12-11

                I went to get my dinner tonight and after pulling out of the drive through, there was a lady with one leg in a wheel chair asking for a couple of bucks. I had a five, so I handed it to her. Then, I went to pull out, park and eat, then we ended up talking a while.

                She was big on god and blessings. She told me how she had been on the street after losing her leg and how her little puppy dog inspired her to get off the street. It didn’t seem like she was trying to score pity points, just tell me her story and preach her experience, which I can dig, though I was hungry and on my way to a party thing. I listened, and told her what had been going on for me lately in broad strokes. She told me that God (or the way I just look at it, The Universe) has plans within plans for everything and everyone. Her losing her leg was just such an experience for her, and she doesn’t miss the leg (that was giving her so many problems before) or her life before. She found meaning in her tragedy.

                So, I went and ate my burger and she went shopping for her food. When I looked up, she was by my car again, and offered me more blessings. I smiled and returned blessings on her.

                Positivity breeds positivity. It doesn’t always work out that way, but doing what you think is right at any given point in time is will be what keeps this world from spiraling completely out of control. She reminded me of that in her way.

                Another thing she reminded me of was the fact that things can in fact get worse. After the recent illness I suffered, I have found myself getting bitter. I have suffered brain damage and things are not quite the same for me anymore. I am frustrated and earlier today, had a major pity party where I was sobbing into my boyfriend’s chest feeling sorry for myself and generally miserable.

                Well, Universe, your message is received. Be happy and grateful that I am alive, and know that the damage could have been worse. Be grateful that the damage can be fixed and is more than likely not permanent. Be grateful that I have a job that will be flexible with me while I am broken. Be grateful for having had (and still having) the love and support of my family in this trying time.

                I am not exactly what you’d call religious, but even I can take a hint that the flow of energies sought to teach me a smidgen of humility, or at least, that’s part of what I choose to take from this random series of events. My boyfriend sought to console me by mentioning that I probably have more compassion for those whose brains don’t work like mine did/does/hopefully will again. At the time, it made me cry a little harder, but he was right (I am sure he just fucking loves that :P).

                One more thing: As I finished up talking with her and watched her roll home, I turned on the radio. “666” was on, which I blasted on the freeway on the way to the party. Thought it was a funny juxtaposition.