PICKING UP THE PIECES
Did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
And is it over now, do you know how [to]
Pick up the pieces and go home?
-
"Gold Dust Woman" by Stevie Nicks
Picture: In the
Aftermath of Hurricane Irma
In my previous Wednesday Wisdom, I mentioned two essential life
skills, the ability to stick to a job and the ability to change directions.
This article focuses on a third: the ability, when tragedy strikes, to pick up
the pieces and rebuild your life.
Here's a painful story we've all heard way too often, one that
really hurts when it happens to someone we dearly love:
Boy and Girl fall in love and get married. Boy goes to medical
school; Girl drops out of college to support the family and raise babies. Boy
completes medical school, and they move to their dream job, dream home. Life is
finally good . . . for a while . . . until . . . until Boy gets a wandering
eye. He hooks up with Younger Woman. Boy and Girl divorce. Girl gets the
children and is left to pick up the pieces with no college, no job.
I don't need to tell you that this life is not for sissies. Sooner
or later, we all face major catastrophes, whether a marriage devastated by
infidelity and divorce; the death of a loved one; a major illness; a home
destroyed by a fire, tornado, or hurricane; the loss of employment; the failure
of your business; the unraveling of a vital relationship; a family member
entangled in addiction; or any of a dozen other disasters.
Then what?
I once interviewed a couple whose oldest son had drowned in the
prime of his young adulthood. A few years later, their oldest grandson, whom
they were raising, was killed in a tragic accident. I asked them how they coped
with the excruciating pain of this double blow. I was deeply moved by the
wisdom of their answer.
"We looked at our lives and we recognized that we had a
choice," they told me. "We
could be bitter, or we could be better. We decided to be
better." They studied the grieving process, learned how to relate their
own pain to the pain of others, and became bereavement counselors. They now use
their own experiences to help other families who have lost children and
grandchildren.
So, when life sucker-punches us in the nose, we have to ask
ourselves: will we be bitter or will we be better?
When we've taken a brutal blow, it's OK to staunch the bleeding
and brush ourselves off. We can give ourselves permission to grieve for a
season. We can allow ourselves the time to reorient ourselves to a
newly-changed world. Then, we can gather our bearings and decide how we will
make ourselves better - how we will learn and grow from this adversity.
In his masterful "Good
Timber," Douglas Malloch explains how opposition, strife, hard
work, and tough times not only make us better people but bring greater
abundance in life and open the way to a richer, fuller future.
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
Every setback holds within it the seeds of growth and the promise
of a better tomorrow - IF we choose to see it that way. There is new
strength over the horizon. There is a new dawn just beyond the darkness. The
things we endure can make us wiser, stronger, more empathetic, and, ultimately
and ironically more joyful. "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning" (Psalms 30:5).