And so I went into the office building, with my mask, and went to the counselors office. And I hated it. So silly….but I did. I hated it.
On one hand stuff like that where I feel “wronged”, I revert to the days where I was ‘wronged’ and couldn’t do anything about it. No one stood up for me. And so I feel like overreacting.
On the other hand, I am aware of it, so of course I don’t overreact and I am kind to the lady at the front desk, etc.
So while I did What Casey Would Do…I don’t think I felt what Casey would feel.
And so I reached out to Casey through a mutual friend and he responded. More to come on that.
But one thing I realized…while I can’t wait to learn from Casey how he has accepted his limitations and pain…I realized…I am not Casey. I can’t be. I shouldn’t be.
Just like God made Casey with the leg he did, God made me with heart he did. And the mind. And the personality.
The last few days the pain has been intense. But something else has been happening. I am moving towards forgiveness, acceptance…and God willing…I will finally find purpose.
Victor Frankl (Holocaust survivor) said that we can endure any “what” as long as we know the “why”. Is it possible there is a good purpose to this….what’s the why…
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