This series --called "This I Believe"-- has in recent days officially come to an end.
It is almost four years since I submitted a piece for that series. NPR never ran it. In commemoration of the end of that series, I am sharing it here now.</em>
I’m not denying that there are real catastrophes. The winds of a tornado can kill. And some experiences are unmitigated nightmares.
But just as I don’t go along with those who complain about the “bad weather” on a rainy day, I’ve learned to stop regarding as “bad experiences” all those developments in my life I’d never have chosen to have.
Several years ago, for example, my mother was diagnosed with cancer of a clearly terminal kind. We brought her to our house, and soon we became her full-time caretakers as the disease steadily dismantled her.
Extremely challenging it was, and some aspects of my mother’s last five months –in our home—were downright horrific.
But I regard that experience, as a whole, as one of my life’s great gifts. I discovered emotional resources of care and compassion I’d never suspected myself of having. And I came to be able to show my mother a kind of open-hearted love that, in the prior fifty-some years of our relationship, I’d never been able to give her so openly.
Had she had the “good” ending we both wished for her –going strong till she dropped—we’d never come to so rich a place together, and I’d not have been left –likely for the rest of my days-- with so good a feeling in that place she occupies in my heart.
In a more recent example of “bad news,” an institution to which I’d given my full devotion treated me shabbily, with people I’d trusted acting dishonorably. I expected to be devastated, as years ago I would have been. But, instead, this terrible disappointment led me deeper into my core where my true strength and conviction lie. I found myself seeing not only this situation but everything else in my life in a spiritually deeper way. With this deepening I began to act and speak with a clarity and power I’d never felt when things were “good.”
Again, a scenario that was at the bottom of my wish-list proved a great gift.
Life, I now believe, is less about getting one’s wishes granted than about creating an ecology of the soul in which the various elements –the light and radiant, and the dark and wet—are channelled to life’s purposes.