The worst day of my life is far too personal to relate but it blew my life apart.
I lost direction for a long time and many of the things I had been doing no longer seemed important to me. It took a long time to get back on track, but it was a new track -- not one filled with purpose, but one that I just cobbled together from the bits and pieces.
But you can learn a lot about yourself in times of disaster and you don't have to stay down and out. What's important is to find a reason to go on. No matter what happens to you, you have the rest of your life to live and you owe it to yourself and to your loved ones to pull yourself out of the muck.
A Japanese priest named Daruma was injured so badly in a shipwreck that he lost both arms and both legs. He continued to teach but had to depend on his disciples for everything he needed. Little round Daruma dolls have been made in his memory: they are weighted so they can never be made to lie down. Their message is, "Three times knocked down, four times get up."
July 21st, 2006. Too many wrongs too count, and I was left homeless and injured. Though the path it set me on, was the right one.I guess once you realize the mistakes you have made and the wrong you have done, it becomes easier to do the right thing.
The day I saw my husband on a respirator in a drug induced coma, and the nurse telling me there were no guarantees. Thankfully he got better and there was no changing paths. I do pay a bit more attention we he talks about our finances. While he was hospitalized I realized I had no clue what bills were paid or what was due, and I didn't have the passwords to most of the accounts. We now have a cheat sheet locked away.
I had a tumor on my thyroid in my early 30's. They weren't sure if it was cancer. I had two small kids at home and I remember thinking "Who's going to love them as much as me and raise them the way I would". They took the tumor out and it wasn't cancer yet. That day and the days until it was out were the worst but it also taught me how precious every moment is with the ones I love. It sure gave me a new perspective on how I live my life so in the end it was a good thing.
October 26, 2008. Mom had a heart attack. I wanted to die that moment the same time as hers. It was truly unbelievable. Like a waking nightmare you can't wake up from. The love of your life lost, in what seems like an eternity of dark, sad, empty space. Everything turns dark and surreal and just wish for all of it to end and for you to somehow wake up and for everything to be alright again. But it doesn't. I was 18 then. Still remember it like it was yesterday. I'd like to think it made me better as a person though, through her and her good deeds while she was alive, so will I live mine. She's my inspiration, she's my love, she's mom.
Sept. 23, 2003 was the day my wife passed away. We were about 5 years from a very early retirement and had everything planned out for our "time to relax" days. Needless to say, nothing has been the same since.
The day the doctor told us that my husband had from 7-11 months to live. I lost him 10 months later. He was the only man I'd ever even dated. We started dating when I was fifteen and married one month after I turned seventeen. We did raise two wonderful sons together before he died on 2008. I'm thankful for that. However, life will never be the same without him. He was my one true love and I miss him every day.