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"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
That quote hits home. There are times in everyone's life when storms come in with the power and hunger of a starved lion. They roar in, rip you apart with claws as sharp as razors, and devour you before you had the chance to give up the fight. These, these are the storms that must be weathered in order that you can regroup and become stronger, healthier, and wiser.
The weekend was trying.. the police were involved at my elderly neighbor's, a call at 3:00 a.m. on Saturday morn by my elderly neighbor at first didn't register in my sleeping mind as real, it worked it's way in with my dream as this was my first stage R.E.M. sleep pattern. It took a while for the ringing to register in my brain, and by the time I started myself awake, it went into voice mail. Thinking that I may have really dreamed it and then deciding it was probably some kids making prank calls, the phone rang loudly and urgently again within 5 minutes. The shaking voice of Mz. B. saying someone was rapping on her windows and then tried to gain access through her sliding doors (but the woman is bright and had a board propped in) slapped my semi-comatose mind wide awake. In 2 minutes I had thrown on clothes, grabbed my b-b gun (I really don't want or need to kill or deeply wound a human) and jumped into Abby. I pulled out of the garage with the horn blaring and methodically flashing the brights (pretty darn hard to actually drive while doing those two)..arriving right at her front entrance, I ran to the door and she opened it and told me to get in that the police were enroute. As we sat waiting for them, she finally stopped shaking. Enter the closest town's 2 finest and the questions began. To facilitate and make a long story short.. it turned out that her almost 40 year old son, ran his truck into a ditch a short distance from my home and had walked to hers hoping to spend the night. The police ran the plates before they came up and on verifying that he was her son, they went back and found him sleeping "it" off .. not really sure where that went.. it was a very awkward moment for me.
Call on Sunday morning from my dad.. police were also summoned to his home on Saturday afternoon. Seems the vultures that exist in the real world found out about my brother's passing and broke into his land, stole a bunch of things and left. Had to be someone he knew as they took what little was valuable. Rat bass turds...nothing is sacred any more.. and friendship.. what the hell is that to people without scruples, morals and the forethought of actually knowing what this would do to an already grieving set of elderly parents.
I actually met the King of Krud for a first time meet on Sunday.. hence the last blog I did.
Then back to work to find out a presentation I had worked on for 1/2 day did not meet the expectations of one of my two professional colleagues whom I am assigned to prepare work for. There is a deep professional breach in our office with the other associate's who suck the thunder out of anything anyone else does and need to garnish the limelight and be held in the highest form of praise.. and let's just say that it was much the same presentation except she added flash.. and my face was slapped in that I was then ordered to copy her presentation for distribution and toss mine in the garbage.
I have learned from these storms.. I have learned that there are people that have much more wrong with them than I do with my lack of shiney lustery and flash in the pan back-patting and pride. They may believe they are better, smarter, more accomplished.. but what it taught me was that even I would NEVER sink to the level to redo work that was already completed by a COLLEAGUE with the hope of having accolades given to me and hurting the other .. accolades that no one will remember next week, that lasted for the 15 minutes of the presentation only, and my self-esteem and worth were challenged and had I let it do the intended real underlying job.. I would have been giving them the right, the power, the OK to make me feel inferior...not in my lifetime.. I am a stubborn Lithwak, and I will allow no one to make me feel that way. I know who I am, what I am capable of, and the good I have done not in the name of praise and outward knowledge, but silently because it was needed. I do not need the phony admiration of people that say one thing to my face and then when I am no longer in earshot talk about me to make my accomplishments brighter.. .and if I do things in order to get attention and praise, does that not take away part of the good, because in order for it to be a good deed it should be done from the heart... not for accolades.
I learned to dance in that rain.. I took the power back and did not defend my position, but decided their "friendship" as they have labeled it is not what I need or want in my life. After all, FRIENDS do not try to outshine the other because they know that the fame is fleeting, but should, if it is the real deal, think more about that friend's feelings.
I grew up with that one thought always placed in front of me... do unto others as you would like done to you. I believe I won...and it is raining.. I believe it is God's way of wiping away my tears with His. I am blessed, I doubt I can say the same for them.
AFI - The Great Disappointment
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