I've been through enough of them to know that when we have the privilege (yes I said privilege) of going through a disaster, most of us look for the meaning in it. (Now, don't look at me like that, yes, I can feel you staring at me through your screen.) No matter what happens we cry, scream, search, bargain, pray, and some even go through every self-help book they can find in order to glean a little ray of sunshine into the strangeness that has just become their newest reality. Sometimes that moment is just that, a moment that a whirlwind whips in and out. Sometimes, that moment is a much longer span of time, but either way, those moments always leave us forever changed. In the midst of them, we tend to deal with what's right in front of our face and just keep walking; zoned out; trying to live. But later, that's when we sit in contemplation.
And in the contemplation comes the understanding of the privilege that you've undergone. Ok, so this is where you get to ask me about that...PRIVILEGE? Are you serious? Absolutely.
See, today I got to experience yet another one of those moments. My heart plummeted to my toes when I found my youngest filly with a really bad gash on her lower front leg. My first reaction the same as most first reactions; fear. All the what if's flowing through my mind. Until the moment that another thought ran through my mind. The thought of last year when my fourteen year old gelding gouged himself on a fencepost in the chest. That was a much worse looking wound, but a much safer one, and easier to deal with to boot. Now, neither were great experiences, but had it not been for the first disaster with the gelding, then my secondary reaction and subsequent ability to fix the wound on my filly wouldn't have been possible. Although no one would like to go through pain the first time, it better equips us to deal with pain the second time.
Last year, as most of you know, I lost my Daddy to the flu. Yes, I have five kids of my own and still call him Daddy. In total, we lost twelve family members last year. Since the beginning of January this year, we've lost another four. Last year's loss and pain, let way to this year's. But more so, it has all taught me; and should teach all of us, that disaster no matter the means or mess left in its wake, comes so we can be better able to handle the next disaster. Because, after the first disaster, no other issue is a disaster unless it's worse than the previous. And maybe just one day, we will all be strong enough to realize that our disasters make us, and if we have a strong foundation, then no disaster will truly crumble us.