The last weeks of my holidays have come and gone, and there is indeed much to say about a trip to Iowa, to Holland, and then to camp. However, what I want to write about is one of the books I read on one of my inbetween days - "The Five People You Meet in Heaven."
Essentially, for those who haven't read it, it is the story of a man who, after he dies, meets five people whom he encountered at some point in his life. They explain different aspects of his life to him and help to make sense of details that put the "big picture" together. Pieces of it caught my attention in different ways, but needless to say, it's a good story.
And it got me to thinking.
Who are the random people that I meet or have met along the way who remember me for reasons or incidents that I have never thought twice about?
Who are the people in my life who have had an impact on who I am, but whom I've never told?
What are the little pieces of the puzzle that I have never fully understood, but just went along in stride, never knowing the "why"?
What are the little pieces of the picture that I didn't even know about, but happened along the way and contributed to who I am?
All very interesting things to think about.
I found out during my week in Holland how much I messed up my parents' plans.
I mean, I know I messed them up along the way.
And I know that plans are just plans and life has a way of never really going according to plan.
But apparently we were going to move to the States before I turned 10 and my dad had all these great plans to go back to university and then I got sick and their went the family finances.
And thus, there went the plans.
To be quite honest,
it kind of shook me up.
And I felt a little sick.
And then I read this book.
And I thought,
indeed, make the most of every opportunity.
Of all of them.
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