They say every great writer can take any experience and turn it into a story. I’m going to take it a bit further and say that every great liver (that’s someone who lives) can take any experience and turn it into a valuable lesson…. I’m trying to become a better liver (and writer for that matter).
This morning I woke up to fresh snow on the ground. My dad is an AVID shoveler when it comes to winter, and he likes his driveway nice and clean… so I decided to surprise him by shoveling it. It’s no small task, as my parents live out in the country and have a long driveway; but my dad does it every day, so it wouldn’t kill me to do it once…
… and it didn’t. I’m sitting here writing this blog and I’m still alive. Numb legs. But alive…
… and as I was shoveling out there, a million life lessons cropped into my mind, so I’ll share a few:
1. Shoveling is like life’s obstacles sometimes. Its hard work, not always fun, and can be a long process… but its worth it when you reach the end and see the final product.
2. Shoveling is much easier with two people. As I was approaching the half-way mark, I found myself saying “if only there was someone out here helping me, I would have been finished already.” We are meant to be in relationships. Friendships. Marriages. Families. We are created for each other.
3. Doing something you do not necessarily like or want to do for someone else, knowing that it’s important to them, is a small gesture of love and a step toward unselfishness. I really DISLIKE shoveling. It’s not something I would EVER seek out on my own, but I really LOVE my dad. Being selfish is something I’ve always struggled through, and it’s small gestures such as shoveling, that will help me become less selfish.
4. Shoveling is actually pretty good exercise! I was tired and READY to be done when I reached the end.
5. It really wasn’t as bad as I had built it up in my head to be. Often we can over-analyse our problems and struggles and make them into something they just aren’t. Sure, it might not be easy, but it’s often times not as difficult as we thought it would be either.
All that being said, will I run out and offer to shovel the next time snow falls? Probably not! …maybe I will just learn how to use my dad’s snow-blower!
(ps… Less than a week till I return to Israel…. wow, where has the time gone!)