I had a great evening out recently with a lovely lady I’ve only known for a short while The food was great and the conversation excellent. During our chat, she mentioned an old adage to me, that everything happens for a reason.
Now, I’m not a big believer in fate, per se, but our talk led me to another startling conclusion about my life. I can pinpoint one single, seemingly insignificant decision of my husband’s that shaped both of our lives back as early as grade 8 for him and 9 for me.
Let me explain.
It’s 1987. Hubby’s in intermediate, or middle school as it’s sometimes called. He’s rather a smarty-pants, especially in math. His teacher gives him the opportunity to jump ahead, walk next door to the high school and take grade 9 math even though he’s only in grade 8.
He chose to jump ahead, and as a result, I met him the next year in grade 10 math and here we are today, happily married with the best kid in the world, etc.
Now, let’s say he’d chosen to stay with his classmates for whatever reason. He doesn’t jump ahead in math. The result: we wouldn’t have met.
Being in different grades, none of our other classes would have lined up, nor did we hang out in the same circles, and I certainly never considered going out for archery. Our paths wouldn’t have crossed easily.
Might we still have met? Sure, but the circumstances of our lives might very well have been different and the connection we made under the other scenario wouldn’t have happened, at least not in the same way.
We wouldn’t have gotten married or had our daughter. I wouldn’t have gotten into archery, nor won the OAA Triple Crown or the Canadian National 3D Championship & Grand Prix.
I might not have gone to college at all, only did so at his prompting. I might have ended up marrying some local yahoo and divorcing a year later or pumping out half a dozen kids and flipping burgers for the rest of my life. I most likely wouldn’t be living in Muskoka, nor have become an author, as one led to the other, and the first came because Hubby got a job up there.
When I trace back the steps through my life, EVERYTHING hinges on my hubby making that one decision that led us to meet. It’s staggering to wonder where I’d be if he’d said no instead of yes.
Can you pinpoint a single moment in time where one decision could have made a dramatic impact on your life?