One of the things that really aggravates me is having to cancel a plan due to the rain(or snow, or any weather conditions that limit the human activities). We just cancelled a fishing trip for three weeks in a row, and now we are cancelling our plan to go to tour the nearby farm. What’s a little rain? What’s a little wind? I just don’t get it. We are not here to wait for the storm to pass but to learn to dance in the rain, says the front of my favorite journal book. I remember one heavy rain storm evening, dancing to the local Hawaiian rhythm in the pouring rain with my best friend E. It was one of the nights that I will remember forever. It was a dance of liberation, and freedom and I don’t think I was ever as happy as that night… except, this one night. It was a first week in Hawaii, and in the middle of praying, I suddenly decided to run outside, and ran through the rain shower all the way to St. Michael’s Catholic Church to continue to pray in front of the Mother Mary Shrine. That was an unforgettably happy night.
So now I have a whole day ahead of me with no plan. I try to hide my disappointment, and do my best to suppress my negative feelings derived from that disappointment. It’s building up really fast. I don’t deal with disappointments very well, and if I am not careful, it can ruin my whole day. But I can’t let that happen. I have to do something enjoyable because I go back to work tomorrow early in the morning, and I also have an unwelcoming appointment waiting for me at 3 this afternoon. The doctor will check my abnormal Pap Smear test result.
Oh well. Life happens. Interruptions happen. You got things to do even when the things you really want to do get cancelled. Planning is half the fun they say, and that’s as far as we can stay in control, I guess.
My sister was excited to take her all of her three children to indoor the swimming pool in the evening. Marcus will take a swim lesson, and in the meantime, her two girls will play on the other side with their little friend. And my sister and her friend will enjoy a relaxing chat time in the hot tub. That was the plan, but voila! When my sister was helping Elaine put on her swim suit, she discovered an abnormal dark spot on Elaine’s thigh. She yelled for me, half panicked, and asked me if I think it’s a tick.
“I think it already went into her skin!”, my sister diagnosed. Elaine knew what a tick was, as her mom warned against it all summer long, and her eyes started to tear up.
“I think it’s just a scratch or something, and it’s a scab.”, I said, trying to look on the bright side, but to be honest, it did look like a tick got into her skin.
“But it’s winter now! Tick bite in the snow? No way. Surely, it’s nothing?”, I added hiding my concern.
My sister examined her daughter’s leg for a good 10 minutes, and the fear was building up fast in my niece’s mind and heart, and so I offered a solution. Go to the clinic nearby and be at peace. So the fun plan of swimming was now on hold, and instead my sister and my niece rushed to the clinic. One hour and half later, they returned with a good news. It didn’t seem like a tick.
It’s so easy to rescue simple children from a disappointment. All you need is their favorite candies. They each got “Fruit by the foot”, their favorite snack in the world, and the night had a very happy ending.
Perhaps, the sudden drama of a tick bite last night happened for a reason. Maybe it happened to teach me something. When life is interrupted, find another plan that’s even sweater. We are not here to wait for the storm to pass, nor we are here to tend the nagging emotion of disappointment. Life is too wonderful to waste any time for anything less wonderful. And I am sure my fix won’t be as easy as one pack of Fruit by the Foot sugary snack, I have no doubt that I will find something that will make my heart and soul sing for the joy on this dark rainy day.