This week something pretty intense happened to me. I never saw it coming. When it happened I felt the worst pain I think I have ever felt in my life. I didn’t actually get hit by a truck, but I definitely got your attention didn’t I?
This when I got into my car on monday morning I found that my car was broken into and something was stolen from inside that did not belong to me. It was not something cheap. It was very valuable. It’s something I wish to keep private. I hope you can respect this privacy. The emotions that rushed into body were painful, dark, menacing and hopeless. Those emotions felt like getting hit by a truck.
I felt so violated. I also felt so guilty. I felt responsible for what was stolen. I am responsible for what was stolen.
I was immensely freaked out. I still am. My mind racing. Thoughts bouncing between fight or flight. There was going to be consequence. I knew I had to face this problem like a man. I had to hold up to my responsibilities to this incident.
Within an hour I told the owner of the item what had happened. I owned up to what I had done. I didn’t want to run away from this. When I was telling them, it felt so embarrassed, but it was the best way. The only true way of facing this situation.
I don’t think I’ve learned more about life, myself and facing the truth in such a short amount of time. It was such an intense morning. Responsibility can teach you so much in such small portions of time. When the spark lights the forest on fire and it is blazing, you have to contain it somehow. You just react. You do your best. It’s all you can really do.
Fortunately, I have been forgiven, but I do not take this incident lightly.
I guess what I really want to share is that despite how horrible your day can be, you can survive. I survived yesterday and you can too.
