My Dearest Friends,
THANKYOU all for your love, concern, and gevaldige chizuk. Every single one of you (OK, the married ones, too) have helped me tremendously. I did not have the privacy to respond since I went home last night, but I got a few chances to sneak a peek, which was like a life raft. And now this morning I've had the time to read carefully thru and between everyone's lines to me. I thank HKB"H every second for taking me by the hand and placing me into this GYE community. We don't know what eachother look like, we don't even know eachother's names, yet our souls and hearts are connected across this great globe to hold eachother up. MI K'AMCHA YISROEL!!! MI K'KEHILLAS GYE!!!
loi-misyaeish wrote on 22 Dec 2009 21:26:
I was always told 'hashem prepares the refuah before the makka' just watch out for it. AL TISYAESH STEVE! I'm behind u all the way!
It's kinda funny how we all know this stuff, like I REALLY believe it, but my YH makes me forget it and all the other yesodos when I'm caught in the thicket. Thank you, and everyone else, for reminding me to apply them to myself. Gotta redirect all those "self-pity" synapses and relays in my brain to a new way of thinking.
YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIGHT! In the last two days before the contract was pulled, I got at least a half dozen calls from a former client I never wanted to work for again, so I ignored his calls. Had I answered right away, i would have told him off for all the agmas nefesh he gave me in the past, and good-bye charlie. Looking at him with different glasses, and being more humbled by the last 20 hrs, allowed me to meet him this morning with an ayin yafeh. The item(s) he wants could potentially generate more $ than the one I lost, and I could not have accepted the job with the old one on my shoulders, but that's not the point. The
REAL refuah was the preparation thru the DC Calls and the GYE perspective to be able to handle this test in a whole new way that would have been impossible "just 24 hours ago" (Thank you, Yiddle...).
So I'm OK now. Really. There's the "old me" dressed up like a little devil standing on my shoulder, pulling on ear lobe, trying to climb back into my head. I won't let him. I'll keep the ear wax in as long as possible. I know HKB"H has done this for my good. I don't feel the "relief" yet, but I daven I'll get there. I don't even know if it's right for me to take this other offer, I don't like to second guess HKB"H. I'm davening for guidance.
Hashem has shown me how he's holding my hand right now, thru his many sheluchim. And like anyone who wants to make sure an operation is a success, He only picks the BEST shliuchim, the ones he can trust, THE ONES HE LOVES. That's you guys. Plus my friend from shul named Michael. He met me on my way out of shul this morning, telling me "The BIG News!! My grand-daughter (his first) can roll-over!! Make 'Hurray!'" We had a good laugh, then I told him its not a davar pashut, and they shouldn't take that for granted. My youngest, now 12, had terrible reflux as an infant, and the only way she could sleep was siting up in her infant car seat for months. She ended up needing "early intervention" for physical therapy - without the ability to turn over, she did not develop certain muscular strength at critical junctures in her growth as a baby.
Then Michael spoke, and Hashem was putting His words into Michael's mouth just for me: "You're right. It reminds me that someone once asked me to do an excercize. He told me to count my blessings, EVERY SINGLE ONE of them, and put them down on paper. How many toes I have, how many feet, etc., down to everything little thing I was thankful for. When I was done, he told me to look over the list, and decide which ones I could do without, which ones I'd be willing to give up. 'But I NEED both my feet - they're MINE! I can't give them up?!' You really start to appreciate what you have and HKB"H's kindness to you, and how blessed you are when you do that."
Well, what could i say after that? I walked over to him, gave him a great big bear hug and a kiss on his cheek, and told him "THANKYOU, you don't believe it, but you just saved my life!"
We learn from here two things:
One, no matter how hard life hits us at times, it's all a blessing, and we are all blessed. Always.
Two, your friend Steve is a touchy-feely guy, and if you can't handle that, then you are blessed that you're anon. Cuz I want to do the same thing to SteveC, Holy Yid, Guard, Yiddle, ImTrying, BecomeHoly, loi-misyaeish, Kedusha, Bardichhev, and of course, Duvid Chaim and my (verbal) Chevra on the Calls.