In real life, I try not to be a negative person. I know sometimes I can be a little doom and gloom, but these last few years have really worn me down. I keep looking to bounce back up, but it feels like the waves just keep pushing me under. I need some kind of return to normal. Or maybe normal is just no longer normal. I don't know. I just know life seems so out of sorts, and the connections I once had just seem to be fading. It doesn't feel good.
It’s kind of hard to really comment not knowing your circumstances and a lot of times when we offer advice to others it may not be the best advice for that person.
I have a story, and that’s all it is, but a very long time ago I discovered the secret for me to avoid negativity. It’s sounds a bit corny I suppose, at least to some people, but the road to positive thinking, I think, begins with counting one’s blessings, as it were. I can’t tell you how powerful that has been in my life from a disposition standpoint.
I figured my attitude was going to be shaped mostly by what I focused on. If I focused on the things I was thankful for I’d have a positive attitude. Ancient wisdom tells us that where our treasure is there will be our hearts also. I learned that as a kid but maybe didn’t understand it that much back then.
If I was to write into a post all the things that I am thankful for over the course of my life I would get banned from this forum because the post would cover multiple pages.
Everybody has ups and downs and setbacks in various areas of their life from time to time. I’ve not been immune but once I figured out what was truly important to me, adversity and unpleasantness just didn’t seem to bother me all that much anymore. I’d get over and past things pretty quick.
Somewhere along in the early 1980’s I fell in love with this passage from the Bible. I’m not a Bible thumper but I think there’s a lot of wisdom and some amazing characters in the stories across its pages. This passage is one of the most positive passages to me in the whole book. I think it’s incredible and it speaks to the spirit of the writer that he was still in those days under very adverse circumstances looking to help others.
For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like those condemned to die in the arena. We have been made a spectacle to the whole universe, to angels as well as to men. We are fools for Christ, but you are so wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are honored, we are dishonored! To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless. We work hard with our own hands. When we are cursed, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it; when we are slandered, we answer kindly. We have become the scum of the earth, the refuse of the world—right up to this moment.
One day when I went home from work for lunch I saw an old man standing on the side of the road at an intersection. He looked to be hitch hiking. He was a really old guy. At the time, summer of 1982, I was working on a project just across the Kentucky border in southern Ohio. My Dad had passed away about 3 months earlier, the single biggest emotional trauma of my life, still to this day.
When I headed back to work after lunch the old man was still there. It was very hot outside.
After work was done for the day I headed back to where I was staying and as I came to the intersection that old man was still standing there. I did a U-turn and went back and pulled up alongside him. I asked him if he needed a ride somewhere. He said he had been down in Kentucky to visit his daughter’s family and was trying to get back to Chillicothe to pick up his social security check. I actually didn’t know where that was so I asked him if he knew the way. It turns out it’s about an hour and a half from where we were, around 80 miles one-way. I told him I could give him a ride so off we went. I was going to work 3 hours overtime this day.
I got him to Chillicothe and settled at a motel and made sure he had money for food until he could pick up his check the next day and then I headed back down to Aberdeen. I can still remember that drive. The country side was so amazingly beautiful, just rich in color and life and the evening sun gave everything an almost heavenly glow. I’d never noticed that before. I think I made more for those 3 hours of overtime that evening than I earned for all the rest of the thousands of hours of overtime I worked throughout the rest of my entire career.
Anyway, I hope you get to feeling better.