There are women and there are strong women. Both are one and the same because ” You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”
DAGNY is one of the strong women I know.
Dagny is a Nordic name meaning New Morning.
Dagny is one such Inspiration for me. She is a sensitive writer who can portray feelings brilliantly. She blogs at Serenely Rapt.
“Serenely Rapt is a journal. Each leaf of this journal holds a haloed moment glowing with the sheen of pearls.” And, in each leaf she shares a pearl of wisdom.
And when she is not blogging, she is a Freelance Corporate Trainer. More than anything else, she is a fabulous friend.
Yesterday was one of those days; glowing, significant, pregnant with meaning.
I am beginning to realize that each day has a theme. As if everything that happens in the space of twenty- four hours has a definite purpose. The motive of those seemingly un-connected events is to lead you gently towards a specific realization- as if it were all divinely orchestrated to make a point. It certainly was one such a day yesterday.
The morning (real early, like six am) found me gabbing the gab with another early (morning) bird. During the chat I found she was driving and texting at the same time. I kind of lost it and ticked her off in no uncertain terms. I am not ashamed to admit that I used gory threats with her. I’m sure she must have felt like climbing a tall tree and pulling it up after her. I have been told that I frequently inspire people to do so.
She didn’t. Maybe she’d left her tall tree at home when she buzzed out, texting me nineteen to a dozen, which just goes to show you that you aren’t always as well prepared as you think you are.
Her (lame) argument was Oh- but- the- roads- were- deserted- and- it- was- a- signal- stop- AND- it- was- only- two- kilometers. Naturally, it didn’t wash with me.
A cousin of a close friend died a couple of years ago because he was dragging his bike from under the barriers at a level crossing. Everyone does it; he too must have done it many times. He was talking to someone on the phone, completely engrossed in the conversation. He neither saw nor heard the train. He was so lost in the call that he didn’t even hear people’s shouts and warnings. In plain sight of over fifty people, that young twenty- four year old boy was cut in two.
Many years ago, a student of mine had an accident with her two- wheeler. She was showing off and was speeding. She didn’t get hurt but she went careening into a group of boys and one of them was badly injured. That boy hurt his head and it was found that his legs were paralysed for life. He was a twenty year old engineering student. The doctors told him he would never walk. My student was devastated. She was decent enough to go and meet his family. His mother said, “For a few seconds of your fun my son’s life is now ruined. His future is dark now. Who will even marry him? Will you?”
My student committed suicide a year later because she couldn’t live with the guilt.
This girl wasn’t even on mobile, yet this happened. There are too many such mishaps- all terrible, all avoidable. When we read them, we always wonder how people could be so blindly engrossed. We think these are things that happen to others because we are too clever to let such a thing happen to us. That boy who spoke on the phone before the train cleaved him in two, or the girl who though she was just having a bit of fun must have thought so too. Didn’t help them, did it?
It petrifies me to see people use the phone when they are on the road. I admit I am a coward. I am also sensible enough (sometimes, yeah!) to learn from the errors of others. More than my own, I worry for the life and limb of those who might fall victim to my carelessness. I can’t take the risk of hurting another person because I was crassly negligent.
Late in the evening, another friend called up to share some bad news. His cousin and I were close friends and colleagues in our first job. He called up to say that her husband had passed away suddenly. Forty- nine year old man, no illnesses, not even hypertension or irregular blood pressure. Nothing. He died of a cardiac arrest… with no previous history of heart trouble.
During the conversation he told me of another friend who lost her husband the year before. He succumbed to the big C- detected too late. Then of course, we talked about Johnny. Johnny who was so strong and healthy that I never so much as saw him get a cold in the six years that he was with me. Yet, in his late thirties, Johhny passed away.
There is nothing new about the things I am saying. You too must know of many people who were snatched away in their prime, suddenly and devastatingly, leaving regrets, broken hearts and precious memories behind.
Life is so very fragile. Do I treat it with the respect it deserves? Do I protect it the way a precious, delicate thing should be protected? Those who are a part of my life, do I tell them often enough how deeply they are cherished? There’s nothing wrong with planning for the long term but in my enthusiasm to see the forest (along with a rather pompous desire to be clever, lets be honest here), am I not missing the trees which make up the forest?
Yesterday left me that question.
“The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that’s a good motivation to get out of bed joyfully each day” – Julia Roberts.