Several years ago, I got a DUI. It was
a significant emotional event. I was very depressed and my buddy
Walter Morgan took me out to lunch. He listened to me whine for a
while and then said “Ronney, you are an asshole.”
I responded “Thanks Walt, that is
just what I needed.”
He said “If you got divorced and were
kicked out of the Air Force you could and probably would bounce back.
THAT bastard has a reason to whine.” pointing at a dude in a wife
beater sitting on the porch of his run-down South Carolina red neck
trailer.
“Stand up, do a triage on yourself
and drive on.”
I began a long journey, searching my
soul, reading multiple books and reflecting on the deeper meaning of
life. I was sent to the Air Force drunk class so I had a few days
without distraction. It was around this time that my son was learning
how to get up and dress himself. One day he came into the room very
early in the morning and loudly announced “Dad, I woke up!” In my
sleepy decaffeinated nicotine deprived grumpy state I wanted to
respond negatively but, I did not. Love is a powerful thing. I said
“That is awesome!”
I began to think “Ronney, you need
to be grateful that you woke up, you are alive and that means you
have a chance.” A chance to do what?
One of the books I read was “The
Seven Habits of Highly Effective people.” I recommend reading it.
One of the book's more powerful exercises was to develop a mission
statement with the thought of what will people say at your funeral.
Think about your legacy, how you effect the world and the people
around you. Although I have revisited it many times my personal
mission statement remains fairly constant.
Concurrent with the soul searching and
focused reading was a realization of how blessed I am. I started to
think of ways to serve those less fortunate, not to give them
handouts but a hand up. I started tutoring with the community college
as a volunteer. I was teaching adults to read. It was amazing because
I got to help some amazing people. One was a welder who had to find
employment since the Charleston Naval Shipyard was cutting back. This
man had done more for his country than I and was in dire straits
since he was functionally illiterate. That is to say he could
navigate through life but, missed out on so many nuances since he
could barely read. Another was an 80-year preacher who wanted to read
the Bible to his grand-kids. He had memorized the Bible. Soon the
staff realized I was able to teach math and I began to tutor adult
GED students.
When I focused on serving others and
being a conduit for God's grace, I did not have time to reflect on
the slings and arrows of my misfortunes. Living life with a larger
purpose than my own sniveling needs keeps me busy and keeps my
perspective grounded in the reality that I am not the center of the
universe. My life journey has taken many turns since and I learned
forgiveness. I remain a flawed selfish creature that fails daily but
I learned to forgive even myself and concentrate on my mission. I am
not living for myself anymore. It is strange that since I started
focusing on the eternal and external, I have come to appreciate my
present existence and generally have internal peace.
Your mission will be different than
mine but formulating what you think it is will be a worthwhile
exercise. If you internalize your mission, it gives you purpose.
Dealing with the inevitable setbacks and stresses of life are easier
when you have a larger goal. I tend to use exercise, prayer and
action to manage my stress. Action can be as simple as gardening,
playing with critters, motorcycle riding, shooting or as complex as
flying.