Last week, I got in my car Wednesday morning to go to work. I was already running a bit late (because I got up late, because I stayed up late...the story of my life). I piled my cousin, her tennis stuff, and myself in the car and was greeted by the empty light once the car was on. That stupid little light had been on the night before too, but I was too tired to do anything about it. So I pulled into the 76 on the corner to put a few bucks' worth in (the 76, while convenient, is overpriced). But then I discovered that I had left my wallet in another bag at home. I returned home, got my wallet, and returned to the corner gas station. This whole process added 15 minutes to my morning. Not the end of the world, but enough to really frustrate me for the rest of the day.
I told my dad about the whole thing while talking to my family on Sunday. He said "Well, look at it this way: you found out your wallet wasn't there when you were only a few blocks from home and still had enough gas to go back to get it. Had you tried to get farther down the road or to work, you would have been stranded with no wallet and no gas."
Sometimes things happen that seem like the worst thing ever. You get frustrated, upset, emotional. But given time and perspective, you see that maybe it's not so bad after all. Maybe this bad thing actually saved you from a worse thing. You just have to wait for that perspective to come.
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