HAPPENINGS IN LIFE HAVE A REASON

It was an ordinary and peaceful Sunday morning filled with delightful childish laughter an highspirited  fun and games. Angela was in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes and watching the playful scene through the window. Her husband Tim was lounging on his favourite chair, lazily reading the Sunday paper whilst the girls were happily frolicking around him on the front lawn. Although they were both 4 years old , Carol was a lot smaller and frailer than her daughter Emily. They had become firm and fast friends since they had met at nursery school a year earlier. Carol was born with heart problems and Emily was always terribly protective over her sickly friend whom she loved dearly. Angela watched them fondly and never once did she imagine that this blishfully happy scene could change in an instant with tragic consequences, which will alter her li8fe forever.
It all happened so fast. Angela remembers is looking away for one moment to pack away some dishes and when she looked back she could clearly see what was going to happen as if it were in slow motion, yet it was over before heard herself scream.
Tim died in her arms as she knelt on the roadside with his head in her lap, mindlessly rocking him and moaning in her own private pain. A part of her died as he took his last breath. and she felt her heart tearing into two. Carol was being excamined by onlookers, but seem to have suffered only some minor bruises and scratchess. Angela felt instantly guilty as she thought it but she could not help thinking, "Why? Why should my love die so that she who is already so sickly and may die any day soon can live? Why did he risk his life for someone else's child and rob his only child of a father? Why?
It is the age-old story of ball bounces into road and little girl chases after ball. Only in this case a bus happened to be speeding past at exactly the same time and the girl's best friend's father reacts instinctively, racing to save her. Angela saw her Tim leaping into the road like a man possessed and sensing that there was no time to save them both, he hurdled the screaming Carol to the safety of the curb as the bus came crashing down upon him.
10 years later Angela still could not accept Tim's death.Why did he allowed himself to be killed to save somone else's child, especially a child who had a life threatening heart ailment from birth and was not expected to live long? She was bitter and angry at Tim for making that choice because it meant leaving her and his daughter Emily to live life without him. Yet she was also proud of his selfless act of heroism, which only made her love him and miss him more.However, she just could not let go of the nagging feeling that it wasn't fair. He should not have lost his life over this. She simply could not accept that it was meant to be.
Then Angela's daughter was diagnosed with and eye desease. She was told unless a donor could be found, Emily would be left blind at age 14; it was simply unthinkable and outrageously unfair. Then a miracle happened and it bseemed that there was indeed an answer to all her questions and a reason behind evrything in life.
At excactly the same time that Emily was diagnosed with this eye disease, her friend Carol, whom Tim had saved all those years ago, was dying form her life long heart ailment. Upon her death, Carol's corneas were donated to her friend Emily.
In dying to save Carol, Tim had unknowingly saved his own daughter from blindness later on in life.
Angela now understands that everything in life happens for a reason. One simply has to accept it and let go. It has taken Angela a long time to understand and accept Tim's death, but in doing so she has learnt a lesson that takes most people a lifetime to realize and she feel she is a better person for it.

Part of my coaching and therapy is to assist people to understand life and it's happenings we believe should not happen to us. Life is only a stage which we perform on and once our performance is finished we vanish from the scene and someone else is taking over. Life is short and if we do not live every day as if it is our last we may come short. Tomorrow is unknown, but the moment we are in is everything.
We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, "Why did this happen to me?" Unless we ask the same question for every joy coming our way. By Philip F. Bernstein