When I was in high school and in college, my friends and I played lots of cards. Mostly, spades.
This hand wouldn't be so good for spades, but, I think it would be a pretty good poker hand.
Since last fall, it seems as if my family has been dealt one crappy hand after the other. A death. A suicide. Another death. Work lay-off. Weight gain. It has felt like one long, dark winter of lengthy, looming shadows and very little light.
But, like with these cards I can continue to see a miserable hand for spades, when in fact it's poker that life is playing out; Or, maybe it's not spades or poker at all. Maybe it's bridge. Or, maybe, it's not cards at all, but, instead Chinese Checkers and we've been at the wrong table.
Perspective and circumstance.
The pain of loss and tragedy and uncertainty and disappointment is real, there's no denying that. But, on the other side of disappointment, uncertainty, tragedy and loss we can find strength and resolve and hope.
And while on your knees, you finally are able to see that thin slice of light squeezing in between where the door meets the floor. And, it's then, when you'll be able to lean back in the chair, smile a little, and say to the others around the table, "I win."