If life were fair
by Jennifer Cohron
Jul 24, 2010 | 2628 views | 0 0 comments | 35 35 recommendations | email to a friend | print
It can’t be a coincidence that we come into this world crying but must learn how to laugh.

This week a good friend of mine was told some news that no mother should have to hear. Her daughter’s fate is not fair. They have done nothing to deserve this fight, but cancer is cruel and it doesn’t care.

I know heaven has streets of gold, but I think most of us would settle for a few answers. One of the most frequently asked questions to God must be “Why?”

I’ve always liked this quote by one of Fannie Flagg’s characters: “Poor little old human beings — they’re jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that.

“But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can’t help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren’t as crazy as betsy bugs.”

That’s a good description of life. If the world is a stage as Shakespeare said, then none of us were given a script.

Maybe that’s for the best because I would have been tempted to make some rewrites in my past that would have ruined my story.

For example, I once thought that I made some of the biggest mistakes of my life after I graduated from high school. But without the summer of 2004, I wouldn’t have dated Zac.

If we hadn’t broken up at the end of that summer, I wouldn’t have known the pain of losing him that made getting back together in 2008 so much sweeter.

And if we hadn’t taken one last chance on each other, then we wouldn’t have been blessed with Noah Wyatt.

It’s easy to spot the problems of life, but sometimes the biggest blessings are the easiest to overlook.

There’s a book in stores now called “The Book of Awesome.” It’s basically a collection of cool things that we take for granted, like eating cake batter before it goes into the pan, watching “The Price is Right” when you’re home sick, hitting a bunch of green lights in a row or popping Bubble Wrap. Zac’s favorite is saying something smart about a game you’re watching just before the sports commentator says the same thing on TV.

Maybe it’s these simple things that keep us going when nothing else makes sense.

My list is made up of moments, like driving away from UAB after finishing my final final ever.

My first candlelight dinner where Zac served me Pasta Roni and Pepsi.

Watching the sun come up over the Tennessee River in Chattanooga on our first anniversary.

Waking up one Sunday to the sound of Zac and Wyatt laughing at each other.

I also cherish all the talks I had with my friend who won’t be at work with me anymore because she needs to be with her daughter.

We’re all born with nothing, but we don’t have to die with nothing. I want to leave with a heart full of love, memories and the hope of waking up someplace where all tears are wiped away.

Then the answers to all of our “Whys?” won’t matter anymore.