This is a snippet of conversation that I had with my friend Peter about whether we get what we need in life. I have tended to lean to the side that believes that we always get what we need and Peter, in his astute and discerning way wanted to kick the tires on my theory...
You know, I think watching Michael Schwass and, recently my mom after her stroke, has shaped my thinking on this. Just taking the example of Michael, who has had so much taken away from him due to his quadriplegia...seeing the paradox of this incredibly powerful man locked in this incredibly dependent body...does he have everything he needs? Gosh, I'd love for him to have a million things more...like the ability to turn his head from side to side or up to see the an amazing cloud formation. Or enough hours of uptime in a day to really channel more of himself out there because he has so much to teach. And here he had aspirations of becoming a professional hockey player. All indications were that he would. And yet, he got nothing he needed to make that true. Lost all of it and so much more.
And yet...
And yet, I can tell you that the impact just on my life (and I'm only one of a sea of those who has influenced) has been so profound.
So, do we get to say what it is we will be used for? Do we get to say what our larger purpose is in the scheme of things?
Do we wish for more or different for ourselves? Only every other day, I think. But if we release ourselves and pay attention, is it the case that we really are exactly where we are supposed to be? Are we being given what we need to play our part in the larger story?
I say yes. It's just not a rational yes. It's a yes in my heart.
I can't deny that many brilliant people have had doors slammed in their face and locked tight against them by people with far less talent and sometimes ill-gotten power and that far too many candles have been extinguished as a result. There is also part of me that is so aware that some of those tragic stories, even the small ones have a way of being known, sometimes by just one person, who maybe shares them with just one other person (if only indirectly, in the way they move through life because of the first tragic story) and there is a ripple and sometimes we can't see it, but I do believe it is there.
If we step back and trust that we are part of a larger story and that, in some way, all works to the good, then I think we do get what we need. I think sometimes the locked doors and the frustrated dreams...they grow us in some ways that we would not have grown before. I don't mean to overly romanticize it or make this sound simple or like some candy-coated balm justifying the ills of the world.
It's like Joan Osborne sings in her song Spiderweb about a dream in which Ray Charles can see but can no longer sing.
"Dont' get me wrong, I'm glad he sees
Just like him best the other way."
I have to admit, for as much as I wish Michael could don a pair of skates again and could have had his dreams come true, his quadriplegia changed my life. You hate to think that someone had to be martyred for the growth of other souls but you know there is quite a tradition around that...
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