Hi Ho Silver!
We’ve all had bad stuff happen to us. And in the wake of Hurricane Sandy, some of us are dealing with more than we could have imagined. I consider myself extremely lucky, especially since on the day of the hurricane, Gary was up the ladder, on the roof, cutting down a 200 pound branch. Really. He didn’t get hurt (although I did video it for use at his funeral, just in case), but could there have been an upside if he had?
Probably not. Maybe it’s because I’m a glass-half-full type of gal, but when bad things happen, I always look for the silver lining. Lost my job? Time off! Broken jaw? I’ll lose weight! Breast cancer and possible mastectomy? Possible tummy tuck!
It’s hard, though, when you’re married to a glass-half-empty kind of guy. With Gary, it’s “Damn it; we have to pay to get this tree removed” while I’m, like “Great reason to buy a wood burning stove!” It got me to thinking: what other disasters/crises have I been able to turn to lemonade? Do sometimes things happen for a reason or is it just my attitude that makes everything work out in the end? Is there some kind of life lesson here. . . or am I just rambling?
All I know is what I know. When I was in the 6th grade I had a teacher who was my nemesis. I’d always been a good student, but not only did he single out specific demographic groups that I belonged to to demonize (Italian and Catholic, to be precise), he also seemed to take perverse pleasure in making my life miserable. Mr. Weigand (who later became my 8th grade social studies teacher – but that’s another story) seemed to purposely change the rules to avoid giving me a good grade. When he sent me to the Vice Principal’s office on a trumped up charge, the Big Man told me he wouldn’t call my parents because he thought Mr. Weigand might be “overreacting.” Yes, that year was hell.
So, what was the silver lining? Other than being prejudiced, misogynistic and mean, Mr. Weigand was actually a pretty good teacher who had us write essays weekly. Have you ever written essays? It’s a skill that requires a lot practice to do it well. And he gave it to us. I guess I should thank him for helping me hone my writing skills and maybe even giving me the first step to begin blogging.
But, you know what? I’d rather take that silver and crack him over the skull with it. Call me unforgiving.