Dodging a bullet
I wasn’t sure if I should write about this but I’m feeling compelled to. I had a health scare last week. Without going into TMI territory, let’s just say I had a thing that could have been “something,” but turned out to be “nothing.” I worried about the something for four long days before I got the test results that said it was nothing.
That moment of relief when the doctor delivered the good news is now permanently etched in my memory, and the next morning’s sun looked a little brighter to me. I dodged a bullet.
And then my thoughts turned to those of you who have received the opposite news. I won’t name all the names, but you know who you are. You are living with a “something” right now that has changed your life. My four days of uncertainty is really nothing compared to what you are going through, but it helped me develop a whole new level of respect for you. Your courage and ability to go on living life to its fullest is even more impressive to me now.
When the bullet is a near miss, it is a motivator. Just like in the old Western movie shootouts, you don’t sit around and wait for the next bullet… you take off running or fight back even harder. And when a bullet actually hits you, survival instincts kick in and your reaction escalates to a whole new level. Either way, sitting still is not an option.
I used to try to hide under the virtual stairs when I played Halo with my son and his friends, and I quickly learned that they could find me and take me out without much effort. I switched my strategy to jumping into a jeep and driving like a madman around the landscape shouting “Wahoo!!” I got laughed at by the teenagers, but at least I was moving forward and much harder to hit.
So whether the next bullet is a hit or a near miss, I’m going to keep moving and living a full life. I have already drawn strength and inspiration from you, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for that. Please don’t stop fighting.