I was surprised today by a message someone sent me that clearly was intended to hurt my feelings. Something unexpected happened: I was not offended, much less hurt; in fact, it made me laugh. Its content was so juvenile that it surprised me. I had been agonizing over the situation I was in with this individual, and then he dropped a little bomb on me that bounced. And bounced and bounced. It was funny. I felt a weight was lifted off my chest; I could breathe. The escape hatch opened, and I stepped through with ease into a space where the light was shining all around me and I was free to move on. His note was my vehicle.
Suddenly, the author of this message was in my rear view mirror – very small and distant, insignificant – and he had no further effect on my emotions. It was as if I had just spent the last month with my feet stuck in mud only to have been pulled out of my shoes and sent rocketing into my future in one movement. I was flying; I was free.
It was a gift he gave me – a little accidental gift, borne of malice – that brought light to what started as a very dark day. He has no idea just how glad I am.