I just got back from a follow-up visit with the endodontist who did a minor surgical procedure on one of my upper molars. I’d been dreading the visit, because with the way my luck has been running lately, I figured the news wasn’t going to be good. I fully expected her to say something along the lines of, “The surgery didn’t work, so that tooth needs to be pulled. Plus you need two more root canals, five new crowns and possibly another oral surgery just to be safe. This is going to be expensive, so we’re going to need your debit card and PIN number so we can just access your bank account directly.”
Luckily, she didn’t say anything of the kind. Instead, she told me that the tooth seems to be healing nicely, and that occasional discomfort I feel around it is most likely caused by scar tissue and the pressure from my sinuses. (Which makes sense, since I’ve just gotten over a particularly nasty cold.) Her verdict may not have been what I was expecting, but it did make me very happy and relieved.
Sometimes I wish I lived in a world where things were more predictable. I wish that I could guarantee that my life would go well if I just did all the right things: working hard, obeying the rules, being kind to other people, etc. I honestly think that I could even handle the bad stuff so much better if I could just see it coming and brace myself for it, just a little bit.
But the world doesn’t work that way. No matter what we do, only a portion of our lives will ever be predictable. Life is a journey full of unexpected twists and turns, with many surprises along the way. And not all of them are good.
A couple of weeks ago, I agreed to foster one of the dogs from the animal shelter where I volunteer. Stanley was suffering from kennel cough, and my plan was to adopt him as soon as he was healed and the shelter made him available for adoption. He lived with us for over a week, gradually recovering his health and his spirits. My husband and I began to think of him as “our” dog and we were sure it was just a matter of time before we would be able to officially adopt him.
But we were wrong. Stanley began displaying some serious resource guarding, which can be a dangerous behavior in any home, but it’s especially a problem in a home that has small children in it. We have a ten-month old grandson who is just beginning to be mobile, and he’s a fast little guy. He’s also years away from being old enough to understand that when a dog growls, it’s time to back away slowly. As much as we wanted to keep Stanley, we absolutely weren’t willing to put our grandson at risk. And so we made the very hard decision to take Stanley back to the shelter.
Sometimes things don’t go the way we planned at all, and sometimes that hurts. A lot. All we can do is move forward, confident in the knowledge that not all of the surprises in store for us will be bad ones, and remembering that sometimes things turn out much better than we had dared to hope. Life is unpredictable, but that’s not always a bad thing.