As I paused to gather wallet, phone and trash from the console, a gust of late December wind blew by.
A southern wind would have conveniently shut my door. But this norther slammed my Chevy Suburban door into the new Cadillac. Crap. Claims, deductibles and body shops swirled in my head like a Texas tornado. I wouldn’t get out for less than $300. All for a little nick in a luxury fender. And I was trying to be so careful.
My options also flew through my mind: break for the bathroom, the interstate, or that popular river in Egypt: denial.
My honor got the best of me as the lady in the passenger seat made her way out of the car. “M’am, the wind blew my door into your vehicle.”
The middle-aged woman and I examined the spot where connection occurred. It was no tiny blemish. A white gash about an inch and a half tall virtually jumped off the crease in her maroon fender. I apologized and hoped she noticed all the mouths I had to feed. Then came the verdict.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll survive.”
I would expect that response from a rancher in an old work truck. Not from a lady in a new Cadillac. What prompted it on this day? The Christmas season, an exorbitant bank account that wouldn’t notice the repair bill, a true carelessness for the material (not likely for a Cadillac owner)? I didn’t stop to ask her reasoning for fear she would change her mind.
But I did walk away thinking about “we’ll survive” as a life motto. We could certainly do a lot worse.
The phrase speaks of contentment, grace, and a belief things will be okay in the end. It acknowledges that life’s not perfect or fair and that no amount of retribution will make it so. It keeps one from being too easily offended or knocked off track by the door dings of life.
For a person of faith, the meaning, of course, runs much deeper. “I’ll survive” has eternal implications. See John 3:16.
But even in the here and now, in a world of entitlements, victims and personal irresponsibility, “we’ll survive” is a refreshing mantra. It asserts that one will determine to accomplish the things that are necessary, most important. It prioritizes perseverance.
Colorado mountaineer Aron Ralston provides some inspiration at this point. In 2003, a destabilized boulder trapped him in a remote Utah canyon never to be found in five days of waiting. Ultimately, he survived by amputating his own arm with a pocket knife and then hiking to help.
After the fact, he acknowledged that the accident was no one’s fault but his own. He broke the first rule of hiking alone: inform another of your location.
Like the lady in the Caddie, it now probably takes more than a door ding to ruin Mr. Ralston’s day. “I’ll survive” has a way of softening the space between a rock and a hard place.
Kevin Thompson writes weekly for The Boerne Star in the Texas hill country. He can be reached at kevin@kwt.info.
How true! – Great job!
Kevin – what a great article!
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