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I have a talent for dragging something around and not quitting till I beat some sense out of it. I think it comes from all those years as an English major! :rofl:
Anyway, yes, gratitude is a toughie. Gotta love those moments when you admit you're grateful for a lesson--through clenched teeth! I always have a hard time understanding lessons right away. I'm definitely one of those who, years later, looks up during an average day, recalls a lesson from ages past, and goes "Ohhhhh...duh!"
Also interesting that the teenager confused the gas and the brake. When I was in my 20s I was riding with a 16-year-old who was going too fast down a winding road with a very precarious dropoff into a deep ravine on my side of the car. We swerved on gravel, smashed into a mailbox and shattered the windshield, but didn't hit anything else. Neither one of us was hurt, either. Miraculous. I found out later that she had confused the gas and the brake. All I remember was when the shock started to wear off, and I started shaking and crying, I had the wherewithal to ask our mutual friends to keep her out of the room so she didn't see me and feel guilty. Still, though, I'm sure she was a more careful driver after that.
Interesting you think you've heard the firefighter story before. I'm pretty sure I never wrote about it here (especially since I've only been posting a relatively short time)--perhaps I wrote about it on another forum that you also visit. It's an amazing story and one I do tend to retell in discussions about dharma.
Another story I love to tell, regarding asking "why" (and "how" and any other questions): When I was in college, I had a great low number in the dorm room lottery, and so got a prime room in the best dorm on campus. But I didn't have a roommate. I was sick of roomies by then and was longing for a single, but my number wasn't that good. I figured I'd take my chances, but a girl I was sort of friends with asked me if she could be my roommate. I figured the devil you know vs. the devil you don't and all that, so I said yes.
Yecch. We didn't get along AT ALL. She was very introverted and conservative and I...well...wasn't! So we kind of just coexisted for the year. It wasn't awful but it wasn't heaven either. Anyway, early in the year, when we were trying to connect, I started a conversation about...something--who knows what--and it led to my commenting abou wondering about life's great mysteries--death or the afterlife or aliens or some such. I don't remember the topic, but I do remember her response--very Freudian-slippish--"I choose not to think about things like that," she stammered. "I choose...not to think."
And there you have the difference between those who are awake and questing (us) and those who aren't.
Still, the lesson I'm working on now is not judging (present administration excepted--they deserve it--they've earned it), so I won't judge those folks. I remember reading somewhere that the most spiritually backward people you meet this lifetime may just be choosing to experience what it's like, and are actually very spiritually advanced. Now THAT is a lesson! :hi:
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