Those Blasted “Hows” Again

I’ve had a lot of cause to ponder lately.  Although I try hard not to ask, “Why?”, the question can’t help but come up.  Often.  I put on a smile and reason it away, by telling myself there must be something really good on the horizon, or that what I experience will help others in some way.

Maybe it has, maybe that’s true;  but I do still find the question going through my mind quite a bit.

I’m currently moved out of my home, because I have a parent who needs extra help after a health crisis.  Still in and out of a wheelchair due to the pyoderma gangrenosum incident, I also managed, a day or so before the decision was made to move, to injure my ribcage.

Talk about asking “Why“?!  It’s funny how the answers to such questions will sometimes come about.

I’ve realized that, due to the pain of the ribs, sitting in the chair for too long has become very uncomfortable.  I have to get upon the crutches, therefore, and putting too much of my weight onto the hand rests is painful as well.

Ergo, I have to walk.  On my foot.  The foot on the bad leg.  The leg that has been so weak due to the pyoderma gangrenosum, blood clot and subsequent muscle atrophy.  And guess what….

I’m able to bear a lot more weight on it than I thought I could.

“Why?”

That answer was about overcoming fear.  The method rather stinks, but the point is taken.  I find that I’m on the foot, walking, weight-bearing, about half of the waking day.  When it gets tired I get back into the chair to rest the leg.  When the ribs are aching too much I get back up on the foot.

“Why”, it seems, has linked right back around to “How”.  Remember “How”?  The question you’re supposed to leave up to the Universe to answer once we’ve begun visualizing our end goal?  Well, naturally, one of my end goals has been to regain use of my leg.  How?

I hurt something else to force me to use it.

“Why?”  I’m guessing it has something to do with the probability that I was not trying hard enough, babying it too much, afraid to reinjure it.  Like the nestling that won’t fly till it gets tossed out of the nest, I now have to walk because other options have become difficult.

I recall, in Infinite Possibilities, Mike Dooley talking about how he thought being moved to a different department at his place of employment was a very bad thing.  It was a department no one really liked working in all that much, and one that he saw as somewhat of a punishment at first.  As it turned out, he loved the work, and it led to him globe-hopping and visiting many of the wonderful places of his dreams.  His “bad turn” wound up being a turn down the very road he was hoping to travel, even though it didn’t seem like it at the time.

It very often happens that the things we’re wishing for seem to be far out of our grasp.   I can’t help wondering if we derail ourselves when the Universe causes things to happen that are bringing us closer, but our logical minds can’t see the connection.  I certainly wouldn’t have mentally connected injured ribs with learning to walk again.  In fact, quite the opposite, I discovered a few new four-letter words when I felt that pop and pain!  And yet, I’m on my feet.  Both of them.

Mike couldn’t see the connection when he was moved to the un-loved department and, according to his account, never caught on till he was looking out of a window in Hong Kong, I believe it was, and saw the very scene he’d, long before, pinned to his vision board.

So what do we do, when we find ourselves looking back at a “bad” situation that led us to a good result?  Can we take back all the curse-words and anger?  Sure we can, time is simply a human construct, after all.  It’s never too late to say “Thank You”.

I have.  I’m sure I’ll say it with more heart once my ribs are no longer hurting, but every step on the foot without pain has been a cause to smile.

Can you look back over your life, think of goal-reaching moments, and remember things that happened to bring you to those achievements?  Were some of those pivotal events ones that you doubted, or even cursed, at the time?

I’d love to hear about them.  Feel free to leave a comment here, stories like yours will inspire others to keep forging ahead, keep visualizing.  You can help others to know that, even at those times when it seems like the world is crumbling around them, they should never lose hope.

Trust the Powers that Be to provide; trust in the power of your own Creative Thought.  Hang on to the hope even when things seem grim.  It could very well be that the apparent closing of a door will lead to the opening of another a few paces down your path — a door that leads to wonderful things.