The
Best Day of My Life!
Charlie Badenhop
Recently
a friend went to a beautiful vacation resort. Towering
mountains, breathtaking scenery, and numerous trails for
horseback riding and hiking. He felt all set for a
very special vacation, and as he went to bed his first night
there he felt excited, only to wake up the next morning to a
driving rainstorm that was certain to not go away for quite
a while!
"Oh
well," Andy thought, "Might as well sleep a bit
longer."
He
went down to breakfast at 10 a.m. and sat by a window as he
watched the rain falling endlessly. Just as he was
finishing his meal he saw a man in the distance, slowly
making his way towards the lodge. The man was walking
very slowly as he supported himself with two arm-brace
crutches.
Andy
sat transfixed, watching the man take one careful step after
another, slowly making his way over the slippery terrain.
After
about ten minutes time the man finally made his way to the
lodge, and Andy jumped up to open the door and help him in.
"Good
morning," Andy said. "How are you
doing?"
"Best
day of my life!" the man said with great
enthusiasm. "How are you doing?"
Andy
felt himself at a loss for words. "Could be
better," he said in a hesitating voice, "but I'm
doing OK."
"What's
the matter? Don't you like the rain?" the man
asked.
"The
rain?" Andy said. "I was counting on going
horseback riding today, so I must say that the rain does not
please me."
"I
was counting on going horseback riding myself," the man
said, "But walking in the rain is just as good if not
better!"
Andy
stood there and watched as the man slowly made his way
through the lounge area.
"Wow,"
he thought, "this guy must know something I
don't!"
Later
in the day, as the rain continued to fall, Andy saw the man
sitting in the lobby and asked if he could have a seat
nearby.
"Sure,"
the man said. "Happy to sit with you and have a
chat."
And
slowly the man's story unfolded.
Years
ago he had been a champion equestrian, until one day he got
thrown from a horse and was badly injured. He was
unconscious for more than a week, and then he slipped in and
out of consciousness for another week. Each time he
became aware of himself lying in bed he was not sure if he
was indeed still alive, or whether he was having the dream
of a dead man. Whenever he came to, he would lie there
and listen for the voices of the staff and doctors who
always came by the moment they realized he had regained
consciousness.
"Every
time I woke up and heard the staff," he said, "I
was so happy to know I was still alive! Every time I
woke up I understood that to be alive at all is truly a
miracle!"
"And
I have kept that sense of miracle with me through the last
fifty seven years. Every morning when I first start to
stir, and realize I am still alive, I am truly
thankful. I realize that today could be the last day
of my life, and it can also be the best day of my life, if I
make it so.
"You
are still young," the man said to my sixty-year-old
friend Andy. "Don't let the hardships and challenges of
life drain away your sense of enthusiasm and wonder.
Even the happiest of lives has many struggles along the
way. Every morning that you DO wake up, rejoice in the
fact that you are still alive, and be sure to assure
yourself, Today is the best day of my life!"
Commentary
The
basis of today's story is the same as much of what I
write. I have a conversation with a friend or client,
not expecting that anything particularly special will occur,
and then Zap!--my counterpart hits me with a bolt of wisdom.
Today's
story unfolded when I met a long time friend in the
afternoon of what seemed to me to be a very ordinary
day. I gave my friend a hug and asked "How are
you doing?" My friend replied, "Best day of
my life!" and I was immediately somewhat surprised by
his response, and very definitely inquisitive to know
more. My friend then proceeded to tell me the same
basic story that I share with you above.
Since
then, my friend and I have met a number of times. When
either one of us asks "How are you doing?" the
other one of us will now invariably reply "Best day of
my life!" and the story of the "disabled" man
will pop into our consciousness and give us both cause to
pause.
Often,
we wind up talking about how this man has blessed us both,
with his wisdom, courage, and spirit. How the both of
us are still very much beginners when it comes to truly
appreciating the life that we DO have.
Simply
being alive is an amazing gift that I often lose touch with,
a gift that I often fail to receive. Instead of being
thankful for my life, I have a tendency to focus on what is
missing, what I want that I don't have, the current
difficulties I am facing.
The
story of this courageous man also leads me back to an
important understanding I have had in the past: What
happens to me during the course of my life--the trials and
tribulations, the winning and the losing-- is not
what is most important. What is most
important is how I react to what happens. Do I take my
disabilities and convert them into a reason to be thankful,
an occasion to celebrate my life, like the man in the
story? Or do I use my hardships as a reason for
feeling cheated, frustrated, or depressed? The choice
is always mine to make, regardless of whether or not I am
"happy" about what has occurred.
How
about you? Do you have a disability or two that would
serve you well to be thankful for? If so, why wait any
longer? Today can be the best day of your life!
Charlie
Badenhop's "Pure Heart, Simple Mind"
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