"I have the talent to be happy!" ? My life as a lucky child
After all, when my son did not die, after a car crash that crashed his skull, and since I basically think daily, what incredible luck we've had!
Just a turn, a turn, a thousandth of a second, a millimeter more force, and his brain would have been irreparably damaged. So since my child survived, with so much luck? I do not have the other one? I also think almost every day: Hopefully it will not happen again! At that time, when we were just a touch away from the worst misfortune that can happen to a family, somebody said to me, "Something like that does not happen to you in life more than once! That's not true.
We were lucky a few more times. My other son crashed down a fire escape at two and a half, knocked over twice, and the moment he threatened to hit the edge of the iron with his neck, I caught his hand. He did not even have a bruise.
In our neighboring apartment a fire broke out, two apartments and the attic burned out over it. As I stood in front of the house and saw the conflagration blazing from the windows onto our patio, I thought: Maybe we will not have a home tomorrow. Rescued us the firewall, and charred was only the rosemary.
I have had so much luck and more!
My father survived the year, and very cheerfully, he was snowing at Christmas. Although we thought at the beginning of the year, he might not be able to jump off death. And I could write this list over several pages, so lucky I have had in my life. When I flew over an embankment with the Vespa and landed in the grass instead of on the cliffs next to it; when I just knocked quickly on the office door of a woman who would later become my boss, and what kind of a; when, in an insanely important test, I was overcome by a seemingly badly counterproductive stress-fatigue that made me smoke rather than sprint? and, sir, two lucky charms walked the route, who gave me a story, which gave me an education that then changed my entire professional life; when I met the man who became a wonderful sparring partner and a top father to our children; because the cancer was recognized in time; the happiness of having big-hearted, humorous, clever friends, the happiness of flirting with being in love, the happiness of having been born as a fair-minded girl at the end of the twentieth century, and extraordinary fortune To have been a child, to have confidence in himself and the world, and thus to become a positive, stable person; the luck to be healthy. I have had so much luck and more!
Did I have bad luck too? Counter question: What should that be? Is it coincidence, is it destiny, is it deserved or a question of perspective?
On the bed of my child in intensive care, on the first night, when they did not know if he would be lucky, or God. I did not pray there. It was coincidence, a terrible coincidence. Perhaps, in order to believe in fate, one needs a special talent, kismet, or a transcendental maneuver that guides us humans. I did not, and never learned to believe. But there is another talent. A friend once said that she has no talent for happiness. Meanwhile, I understand what she meant, and that in happiness, being can also be transferred to having. The father of my children complained what a misfortune our accident had been; and a friend exclaimed after the house fire: What a bad luck we always had!
Can you practice happiness?
But I believe in the gift of being able to recognize and celebrate happiness.
And that you can even practice happiness. It is also a question of view: Glass half full or half empty?
Did I have bad luck? I think there was something. But I can not remember.
