By John Titus, Peachtree Corners | When we face personal crises such as a death in the family, a lost job, an accident, or a disability, we may well ask, “Why me?” I have, and maybe you have also.
In 1951 when I was 10, my father died and I asked, “Why me?” My mother descended into alcoholism and I asked, “Why me?” When I was 14, my mother died of a stroke and I asked again, “Why me?”
Many years later I read a book by Arthur Simon, founder of the charity, Bread for the World, entitled How Much Is Enough? In it he acknowledged that it was natural to ask the “Why me?” question, but went on to suggest we ought to ask the same question regarding the good things that happened, as well as our set backs. That caused me to reflect on my life.
After my mother’s passing I was able to stay in the only home I had ever known, since my 75 year old grandmother came to raise me. Again, why me?
My Godfather, an uncle, became my guardian and made sure my grandmother and I were secure. Why me?
We had neighbors on either side of our home who took an active interest in my welfare, one in the development of my practical side, the other in my school work. Why me?
We had fellow parishioners who took us to church each Sunday. Why me?
Another uncle paid for my college education. Why me?
Over the years, the list goes on and on, but you get the idea.
Fast forward 50 years: in preparation for my 50th college reunion, the class was asked to reflect on the years between our graduation and our reunion in 2012. As I thought about what had happened in those years, one word came repeatedly to mind: Gratitude.
Gratitude for my years in college: the courses, the challenges, the attitudes instilled in me, and most of all the friends.
Gratitude for my brief time in the Marine Corps where I learned something about leadership, discipline and loyalty.
Gratitude for my satisfying career in the Federal government in a variety of jobs and locations.
Gratitude for the parishes through the years whose priests and people nurtured me.
Gratitude for my call and ordination as a Deacon in the Episcopal church and the opportunities it gave me to learn, grow and serve.
Gratitude lastly, for the 48+ years of love and support of my wife, Molly, who has brought joy into my life every day.
For all these good things, I ask again: “Why me?” To this question my answer comes through my faith.
Others may find answers elsewhere. In any case, I would ask all who read this to approach the question of “Why Me?” with a spirit of openness and gratitude.
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