The Outsider: Everything happens for a reason
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | November 2 2017|
You know that ‘uh oh’ feeling, when you just gotta ‘go’, and I mean ‘GO’, a number two, if you get my drift. But there’s no obvious place to, well, ‘go’ Panic sets in until a brilliant idea strikes. Roll into a pal’s cottage, even though he isn’t there, and use the washroom in the bunkie. Perfect plan, you think, until the water’s not on, and you’ve already, well, ‘gone.’ No problem, just turn on the water and flush away the evidence. Simple. Not so simple. One wrong move and the bunkie is flooded! Now you’re up s#%t creek without a paddle, so to speak.
You know that kind of calamity? Me neither but a friend of mine does. Oh, how I laughed and so did his wife as she was telling me. But I mention this not just to gloat at someone’s misfortune, no matter how funny it is. I bring it up because it helps prove a point that was brought to my attention just last Thursday.
There I was sitting on a hospital bed in the Haliburton emergency department. I winced a little as the nurse cleaned out my wound, following a rather unfortunate accident that involved me, my hand and a nail gun. The offending nail, now dislodged from my hand, lay beside me on the bed as the first nurse left and a second one came in to administer a tetanus shot and a couple of Advil. “Ooh!” she said, smiling, “that looks like it was painful ...” and then before I could answer, she added, “mind you, I like to think everything happens for a reason.” With that, she sunk the needle into my arm, smiled again, handed me the Advil and left the room.
It took me a moment to process the encounter but as I did I only managed a slow mumbled recount of her words, “everything ... happens ... for ... a ... reason ...?” “No, it bloody well doesn’t!” I blurted out rather too loudly in the empty room. Another nurse popped her head around the doorway to ask if all was OK. I apologized and left the hospital, somewhat dumbfounded by what had just happened.
Now, until my friend’s unfortunate incident with the overflowing bunkie loo, I became a little obsessed with finding out just what the reason could be for me shooting myself with a three inch nail. Or, who the genius is that can explain said reason to me! However, after hearing about my friend’s misfortune, I realize that everything does not happen for a reason. Sometimes we are just unlucky. Sometimes we, or parts of our anatomy, are in the wrong place at the wrong time (I guess that could be my hand or my mate’s backside) and s#%t happens, if you’ll pardon the pun. That said, when I see my friend and he tells me about his misadventures, you know what I’ll say? Yep, you do. “Unlucky mate, but you know what, everything happens for a reason!”
WILL JONES - is The Outsider