Making Sense of the Senseless
When tragedies and difficult moments happen – whether in our personal lives, professional lives, or on a national or global scale – it can be challenging (to put it mildly) to navigate the emotions and barrage of questions that surface as a result. We process what we can make sense of in the moment of the event; then, ideally, we process and work through the rest in the days, weeks, months, and years to follow. On occasion, emotions are suppressed, and that is when other help – such as energy work, life coaching, therapy, and so on – are needed . . . but that is another topic for another time. 🙂
In the last nine years of offering intuitive and mediumship readings, I have heard story after story from my clients of how someone “narrowly missed” an accident or other tragic event, simply because they took a different road to work, were off-schedule because their kids were running late getting ready for school, or other seemingly “coincidental” happenings. After hearing all of these stories, I now truly believe that nothing happens without a reason, and there is no such thing as coincidence!
Take, for example, a client of mine from a couple of years ago. He came up to me at an expo, as I was walking back to my booth after giving a presentation on intuitive development. He thanked me for the information I shared in my presentation, and said that it helped him confirm some things he already knew. He went on to share that he truly believed in signs from the Other Side, and that he was spared from being hurt or killed on September 11, 2001. I immediately stopped in my tracks; having attended high school with one of the 9/11 victims, and having gone to college in the state of New York during that time, 9/11 has always felt like a very personally-touching event (as I know it has for so many others in America).
This client continued on, saying that he was supposed to be in New York City on that fateful morning, for a meeting with a business located in the World Trade Center. He woke up at 3:30 am out of a sound sleep, to the – as he described it – “unshakable feeling” that he was not supposed to go on this business trip. He tried to convince himself otherwise, saying this was such an important meeting, possibly life changing . . . but could not talk himself into going. So, even though he questioned himself the entire time, at 6:30 he called the company he was supposed to meet with – knowing he would reach their voicemail – and made up the excuse that a family emergency had arisen and he would not be able to get into the City for their meeting. He said, “It was not my usual method to lie to get out of a meeting – but I just couldn’t shake the feeling I had to.”
He made the right decision. His meeting would have taken place right in between the timing of both of the Twin Towers collapsing. Obviously, “someone” was looking out for him. This is only one of countless stories I have heard in regards to people who were “supposed” to be in New York City, or on the planes, or otherwise nearby on that fateful morning.
So, when events such as the explosions in Boston and in Texas this week occur, as much as I grieve and question (like everybody else does), I also do my best to look for the positive and uplifting, amidst the seemingly endless stream of negative and fear-filled news. In the case of Boston, I did not have to look much farther than my own former high school to find one such example. A former classmate, who I graduated high school with and whose brothers I’ve performed with in numerous concerts before, is a photographer with the city’s tourism board and was in attendance at the Boston Marathon. She was taking pictures of runners crossing the finish line, and was there as the explosions occurred. She broke both her wrists, and broke her back and will be in a back brace for quite some time.
As sad as this is, I have watched my former class (and community) come together in support of my former classmate. Her Facebook wall – and the wall of each of her family members – is overflowing with thoughts, prayers and overwhelming support. People I have not seen or spoken to in years, other than through an occasional “like” on Facebook or endorsement on LinkedIn, have come together out of love and concern. Is she ok? What can we do? When can we get into the city to visit her?
The reconnection and love I’ve seen expressed towards this former classmate of mine was the “sign” I was looking for. It has given me hope in the midst of, admittedly, feeling overwhelmed by the emotions that have arisen around the events in Boston. It gives me the faith that even in the midst of tragedy, there is always a bright light shining in the darkness. And best of all, it has reconnected a former community – even, in some cases, from thousands of miles away.
And so, if these events have left you questioning, or if the events of your life are seeming sad, frustrating or overwhelming, I encourage you to stop, take a deep breath, and look for sense amidst the senseless. If you open your heart, no matter how challenging that may be, I promise you that you will find an answer, and a bright spot upon which to hold onto hope.