Today is my dad’s 46th birthday, and it’s a little odd because he almost didn’t make it here.
In November, he went into cardiac arrest twice in the span of about 36 hours. The doctors said both times that he should have died, but he didn’t. Why? We don’t know. The fact that he’s an avid runner and in great physical shape probably helped a lot. But is that all there was to it? No. It can’t be. People don’t survive things everyone else dies from just because they’re really healthy. They survive because God has a higher plan.
What exactly that plan is for my dad, I don’t know, and I won’t until it actually comes to fruition. But I just want to point out that there is a plan — always. In spite of all the good and all the bad that happens in life, every single bit of it is for a reason. And while we don’t know the “why’s” at first, one day, we end up figuring them out.
So in light of all the bad that keeps happening in the world, use my dad as a reminder: People will do abhorrent things, but at the end of the day, we always survive. As a race, and as a family, we always survive and carry on. Because that’s what we’re supposed to do.
God bless, and may peace be with us all on this terrible, tragic night.