The three of us appeared war torn and zombie like as we walked through the store wishing we could buy ‘normal’. I had jokingly told people that Sunday was my favorite day of the week. The usual response to this was:
“Because you get a day of rest?”
“No. There is no mail.”
My life had become a daily dread of wondering what was going to show up in my box next as the divorce procedure was in full swing. Something would arrive from my attorney only to be countered by the other lawyer. Like a game of tennis, I was the ball batted back and forth over the net. And, this match was not about ‘love’.
Add to that the grief of having a marriage end which I had not envisioned when I said “I do.” It was the termination of a relationship that had gone off the tracks. There was a nagging feeling of remorse felt throughout the soul because the happy ending didn’t come as expected. I wept sometimes over the idea that I wouldn’t be a member of the grey haired couples club who get to celebrate 50 happy years together. It was a let down on many levels.
Tangled up with all of that was the financial aspect which I tried to hide from my two young girls. I was supposed to hold my head high and go through my days as if nothing unusual was transpiring. It was like trying to row a boat in the middle of a hurricane.
As we walked along the aisles of the store, we didn’t say much. We were too exhausted emotionally and physically. When we got near the snack bar I suggested buying them each an Icee. Those had always been a favorite, and I thought it might be a way to get a small spark of joy back momentarily.
My oldest daughter objected because she was keenly aware of our financial state, but I insisted and began the all too familiar ‘digging’ in my purse for loose change. I got into a long line as I counted pennies, nickels and dimes.
I observed other shoppers reach in and pull out bills or swipe cards to pay. It was done so effortlessly without any thought. I was slightly jealous remembering it had been that way for me at one time.
I cupped my coins carefully as I inched forward in the line. I glanced over at my daughters who had seated themselves. Their pale faces and tired eyes reminded me of my own whenever I caught a glance of my reflection. We all needed a boost of happiness, and I was determined to have some for a small price.
Just as it was my turn to order, it was as if someone smacked the underside of my hand that gripped the coins. I watched as they fell not only to the ground, but lodged themselves in between all the snack bags that were housed on shelves in front of me.
No one around me was aware of the explosion of anger that ignited within me. I quickly began gathering up what I could find on the ground as other customers streamed ahead of me buying what they wanted quickly without hesitation.
While on my hands and knees scrounging on the dirty floor, I was screaming inside,
Why is everything so hard, God?!?
I was seething as I crawled around wondering how my life had disintegrated to this lowly state. A woman in line tapped me on the shoulder and handed me one of my wayward pennies. I smiled and said,
“Thank you, ” not meaning a single word of it.
I stood to the side and counted the change I had managed to find. It wasn’t enough. I glanced at the chip bags and knew what I had to do in order to get what I had come for.
I carefully stored the money I had retrieved and then set about the task of plunging my hands into various piles of bags feeling blindly for lost coins. I rearranged the entire display with much shame and embarrassment in my search. Surprisingly, I had found everything but my last quarter when my hand ran into an object that seemed unusual. It was square and felt leather like. I brought it up to the surface.
I had unearthed a man’s wallet. Holding it in front of me, I could not believe what I was seeing. By now there was no one in line and the woman behind the counter said,
“Did you find that?!?”
“Yes,” I said in shock.
I handed it to her and she said,
“We have a disabled man who works here during the day. Yesterday, he came in line to get food and couldn’t find his wallet. He was so upset and could not locate it. He must have dropped it where you found it.”
My anger was beginning to quickly recede.
With much excitement she added,
“If he were here right now, he would hug you. Everything is in here. He was so worried about his bank card and social security card being stolen. He stopped by today and asked if we had found it because it was bothering him. If you hadn’t dropped your money like you did, he wouldn’t have known what happened to it and continued to search frantically for it. I have to give him a call and tell him you found it so he can relax.”
Just then, I looked down at my right foot and saw the elusive last quarter that I had been seeking.
I paid for two frozen treats with a new attitude, and as I was walking back to my seat a strong idea came into my awareness.
Everything happens for a reason.
I was used to bring mental relief to someone who was in turmoil. It was as if my question earlier of ‘why everything was difficult’ was being answered. I felt it reverberate throughout my entire spirit. There was a point to the madness.
That particular moment has become a memory anchor for me when life has become turbulent. It reminds me that no matter what emotional state we find ourselves in, we can be a vessel to bring peace to a fellow human being and we are never alone even when the chips are down.