During my time there yesterday, I overheard a lady talking about how this has been a bad year for her--father was recently diagnosed with cancer--one of her children has been in the hospital frequently--and she's recovering from neck surgery.
I've often thought that that's how life works. We get the tsunami of bad stuff all at once, and somehow, we're not supposed to drown.
I debate whether or not to say anything to the lady having the bad year, but my brain tumor has left me with no filter, so I say something:
"My bad year was 2006," I say.
She asks, "What happened?"
I proceed to tell her about my own cancer diagnosis, father-in-law who passed away, and two friends of my family who also passed away that year. Then I tell her that she's due for some good fortune.
I don't remember her exact question, but she asks me how long it takes for things to turn around, and the good fortune to come.
That's the $64,000 question, isn't it?
Sometimes we are given more than we can handle.