“Nana, Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People? “

 

Sonni QuickI am honest, with myself and the people around m. I don’t lie. I simply don’t. The words that come out of my mouth and the words I write are true to the best of my ability. I don’t pretend to be something I am not. I don’t think I am always right. I can admit when I’ve been wrong.

No one is perfect. We all make mistakes along the way with good choices and bad choices. Those choices all have consequences we have to live with. But it is hard for some people to take responsibility for all of the events that happen to them. It’s easier to think some piles of crap we have to wade through aren’t our fault; something else caused it or it was just the luck of the draw. People often can’t connect the dots. Sometimes it’s too far back to see it so they assumed it happened by itself with nothing to cause it.

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A few days ago I had a texting conversation with my 19 yr old granddaughter who has been making careless choices that have severely affected her stability. She has burnt bridges while staying with people who allowed her to move in or asked too often for money while jumping from one boyfriend to the next. She’s young. She’s had a tough childhood. She’s been on her own her own for awhile making decisions but she doesn’t have the wisdom to know if she’s making good or bad decisions. The effects have buried her in deeper holes to get out of and she doesn’t know yet what she needs to do.

I love her dearly. She reminds me so much of myself at that age. Some of the careless choices we make when we are young affect us long after we have grown up but it’s too late now to go back and change them.

She said to me, “Nana, why do bad things happen to good people?”

Because being a good person has nothing to do with what is happening to you today. We can be a good person and still make bad choices. We are responsible for the things that happen to us. No one else makes them happen. Other people are worrying about the effects of their own choices. We cause our own mess. We bring the wrong people into our lives. We might not get the effect of that right away. The effect happens when it is supposed to, but by then we might not see the connection.

In the teen years it is easy to blame your parents or other people in your life for causing things to happen to you. It is hard to point at yourself first. Or pride steps in. “You were never there for me!” Why things happen to us is much deeper than what we did that day, that month or even that year. My hope is that she doesn’t make choices that can ruin her life.

Because of my own choices I made at her age, I am paying dearly for today. I had left home at 18 to go to college and screwed it up because I had a boyfriend who did drugs. The hard kind. I was always curious about everything. I wanted to find out what things were. It was a bad choice. I didn’t understand the word consequences. I was not taught about that. I believe it is one of the most important things to teach young people and it is only learned the hard way. But would I have listened if someone had tried? Probably not. I had to find out the hard way.

But I did stop, a long time ago. I felt fortunate that I did. My life was full. I had two kids. I was playing music. I played hard. I worked hard to take care of my children as a single mother. I thought I had it together. I didn’t realize until it was too late about consequences. It was too late to learn it.

I began to get sick in the mid 80’s. The doctors had no idea what was wrong. It could be Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or Fibromyalgia, until I found out I had Hepatitis C in 1998. I had never heard of it. The cause I had made between the years of 19-21 was going to affect me more than I could comprehend. I had no idea what was coming up.

I am a good person. I try to do the right thing. I learned a lot about myself through battling these consequences and I’ve tried to pass that wisdom I learned on to others. But none of that was going to change what was happening to me. I couldn’t fix that. I have had to fight hard to live and it has not been fun.

I will be 65 this month. Tonight I lay against pillows writing on my tablet. I came home from another surgery as I fight cancer – again. I had a liver transplant in 2012 because of the Hep C and liver cancer. I have had quite an assortment of infections and things gone wrong because my immune system is suppressed. My bad liver caused severe osteoporosis and I break easily. My back fractured, by itself and I fell on my arm and crushed it like a roll of Ritz crackers so I now have a titanium shoulder and upper arm and elbow wrapped in titanium with many screws holding it together. My spine and neck are compressing. I have arthritis in my left hip. I’m an accident waiting to happen.

I can’t fight cancer. I had a tiny spot on my ear. They cut out a piece of it. It came back .  When it didn’t stop the entire top half of my ear was cut off. It looks like a dog ate it for lunch. I had radiation that permanently burned off the hair on the side of my head all the way up to the top. The cancer blew through that in ten days and now I had a swollen lymph node under my ear. The cancer went internal. Shit. I’m in trouble now.

My neck was sliced open from my hairline at the back of my neck behind the ear down to my collar bone across to the top of my sternum. Dozens of lymph nodes were removed, and nerves were damaged. There was a lot of  bleeding that couldn’t be stopped. My jugular vein had to be sacrificed. I look like Frankenstein and someone sewed my head on.

Will this stop the cancer? Maybe. Probably not. This doctor didn’t lie to me and say, “I think we got it all this time, like the last doctor did – twice.

“We have to take it day by day,” she said. “Watch you closely and be ready to act. Your cancer is very aggressive.”

But I’ve been given more time to keep fighting.  This is all I’ve had all along. Buying time. If I had a better immune system, maybe, but I don’t. Since the transplant in 2012 I’ve been buying time. It is just the facts.

Here is the bottom line. I still have much to do. I have made every day of my life count. I’ve been writing a book that I think is good. I’m trying to complete it and get it edited. It takes money. I’ve been writing music, pouring my heart and emotions into music, determined to help Jamie Cummings get on his feet after 13 years of letters. I have tried to teach him what I learned about life. The only legacy of value any of us leave behind when we die is the effect we have had on other people. Have we helped others become better people who the can teach their children and others who are important to them? I can’t leave this undone. I don’t have the luxury to take it slowly or waste my time. Time is precious. I spend it wisely. 

If you’ve read previous posts you know these things about me. Some of you also follow my blog My Name Is Jamie where there are also chapters you can read.  I’m almost done the second draft. I’ve been recording the music for it.

The past few months I’ve been trying to make money by opening an online store that is also connected to eBay and Facebook. It has been a tremendous amount of work – more than I thought it would be. It has cost money to learn what I need to learn. But I can’t pay an editor to work with me until I make money. I work at it every day – all day. On one aspect or another.

Can I be an example for Jamie and my granddaughter of what not to do? I have 6 other grandchildren. Will my life mean anything to them. Will they see a winner or just remember me in the past tense.

I need your help. I started a gofundme campaign. The link is at the bottom. There are a couple updates. If anyone can help. That is great. Would it be for a good cause? Even a couple dollars would help a lot. I will name all of you at the end of the book. I will give away ebooks or a book to hold for $15 or $25. Even just sharing it would help. It’s hard getting it out into the universe to people.

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Now I must rest.

 

 

The Ugly Color in the Rainbow

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The Ugly Color in the Rainbow

Sadly the people who left you behind
don’t know what they’ll miss
Closing doors, no final looks
determine there is no worth
No matter the reason,
cruelty will bring you pain
The kiss, never quite meeting the cheek
before it breezes on
There is no need to ever find out
the person you dismiss
Was the one you didn’t know
you’d need the most
When life pulled the rug
from beneath your feet
You end alone and so sad
because no bridge exists to cross
You barely see the other side
to see if maybe someone is there
You fall down weeping
Head on the ground
Breathing in the smell of the dirt
for the hateful thoughts you had
finding someone else to blame
You threw way the ones
who weren’t easy to know,
who didn’t think like you, they had to go
Never thinking the day would come
Where they might be the only one
Who really understood who you were
How scared you were
you wouldn’t find your way
As you glued together the pieces of your life
that wouldn’t stay together
Life doesn’t care how you think
as we gather in our strengths
But no one makes it all alone,
or knows the lengths life will go
to show you what you didn’t know
And you thought your life had no need of me
You didn’t learn and you will never know
Because pride stands in your way
You made yourself stay away
The truth was never important
You made peace with just a piece
You don’t understand why anymore
You can’t just stuff it down
It will never go away, but I can go away
And the chance to make amends dissolves
Into a pool of life and never resolves 
in any way. It becomes lost just like we are
Because you stood still and it washed away
The door that lets in happiness and good feelings
The superficiality of supposed lies
keeps you locked away in fear
in a place where you can’t take a first step
You give in to not changing the same old same old.
Nothing changes. Life keeps grieving
What if you were wrong all along
All the unfinished feelings are lost in time
No one else but me cares about that.
I can’t care alone and I can’t forget
It crawls underneath my skin
Indifference is such an ugly color on the rainbow
No one understands what the future brings
And how it affects the future
When we breathe that last thought and no knows
No one is there to breathe it with you
Who knew you since we were born
The moment will be gone – forever gone
We will be no more and no one will care

Know Your Worth Even If Other People Don’t.

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Wow this sure does hit the nail on the head. I used this saying once before. It bears repeating. I think many people have at last one person in their lives who thinks they know who you are and couldn’t be more wrong and they aren’t interested in finding out the truth. Their truth allows them to continue to be negative. I think some people are so unhappy it causes them satisfaction to put others down. I’ve decided it’s best to put them out of my life, even if they are family.

I came across this saying this evening and thought, “I could not have said this in a more perfect way.” I’m going through a situation in my life right now where some people in my life are being very negative, which is not the way I choose to think or the way I behave, and definitely not the way I treat people. But instead of addressing the situation and talking about it, it is easier to blame the other person for causing them to feel they needed to be maligned.

If someone behaves in a way that causes hurt, even if it wasn’t intended it is one thing. If they meant to cause hurt, that is worse. But, assuming it wasn’t intended and you let them know what they did was hurtful, and the other party attacks instead of saying “I’m sorry” because the feel no remorse that you were hurt – I don’t understand how someone can do that.

Wouldn’t you feel bad if you hurt someone because you didn’t think about the effect of your words or actions? I think most people would. What kind of person is it that wouldn’t care? Should you keep trying or chalk up you’re losses? It takes two people to have a relationship. What if it was your family? What would you do? Seriously, I am asking that question. Has anyone else ever had someone like that in their life? Can anyone explain that kind of behavior to me? Should I have never said anything and pretended it was all okay?  I did that for months and said nothing and realized I am not the kind of person who stuffs things I don’t want to address.  Was I supposed to sweep it under the rug and “get over it?” How do people learn if no one helps them understand common decency? Would the behavior be repeated to other people? I think it is best to be up front and maybe there is something to be learned.

If I do something wrong and it has unintended consequences and I see I was out of line, I don’t make them feel it is their fault. How would you react to that?

It doesn’t matter if this person values me or not. It doesn’t change who I am or what I think of myself.

I know what I give of myself and I like myself very much.  I have learned a lot from the experiences in my life, and some of those experiences were pretty stupid.  But there is a positive inside every negative and I choose to look for the positive and not wallow in negativity.  If I didn’t live through the stupid mistakes and learned from them I would be dead.

ALL of this comes about because of the inability to communicate.  Was it worth destroying family relationships? Was the inability to say, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” so hard the only thing you thought you were able to do was try to malign me – try to make me the bad guy to justify why they couldn’t open their mouth and speak those words? What goes around comes around.  You reap what you sow. The law of cause and effect.  Life has a way of paying you back when you do things like this.

I’ve tried.  I have no desire to do this anymore. Any advice?

 

The Argument

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I find it hard to deal with people who hurt

rip skin from my body, scrape scabs from my sores

which never can heal from words that pervert

In the name of love they condemn my life more

I’m tired oh so tired from playing this game

defending myself from people with doubt

If I fight back then I am to blame

It couldn’t be their words spit out from the start

negative comments, emotions strike out

flung like a sword and impaling the heart

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When I’m hurt, I bleed, I don’t have control

I’m human, I tell you, you cut me to shreds

thrown under the bus, no way to console

my feelings are worn out and hanging by threads

I know I will never be understood

You feel threatened by truth, you don’t want to see

that I have no family, to them I’m no good

you cried I can’t take this, you criticized me

and threw one last insult . . . I knew you would

You never thought what your words would do

to my life, because it was all about you

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If you say you can’t take it and don’t watch what you say

You expect me to stay here and listen to this?

forget the way you ruined my day

putting down what I do again strikes to the heart

Is my life so easy for you to dismiss?

“I hate your blog” isn’t the best way to start

First words from your mouth when I walk in the door

How can you say that when you know what I do?

My passion for living, no one cares that’s for sure

From the day I arrived it was all about you

This ripped apart family has no love anymore.

Sonni Quick  copyright 2017