This too shall pass

I'm wondering if I'm getting to that age when you start repeating yourself?

Please say no ... and without dwelling on this depressing thought ...

I'm going to confess that I'm about to repeat myself 🤣


This morning I was at the gym with earplugs in listening to a podcast. I try very hard to tune into what I'm listening to so I can distract myself from clock watching. My self-sabotaging little voice often justifies a shorter session. It's very convincing ...


This morning however, I was distracted. As one episode of the podcast ended, the next followed on. It was a speech by Oprah Winfrey to the Harvard Graduates of 2013. It was interesting to hear her story, particularly the phase after she finished her show on a career high, only to plummet in her next venture. Who would ever think Oprah Winfrey would feel embarrassed? It was then, in her story, I heard the words 'this too shall pass'.

the words of an old hymn came to me. You may not know it. It’s “By and by, when the morning comes.” And I started thinking about when the morning might come because at the time I thought I was stuck in a hole. And the words came to me “Trouble don’t last always” from that hymn, “this too shall pass.” And I thought as I got out of the shower I am going to turn this thing around and I will be better for it.

I was immediately taken back to the family and the tattoo, the one I blogged about in Goals, back in May:

Yesterday, I started a blog titled 'This too shall pass' (I didn't publish it). It was about a family I'd worked with a number of years ago and all the heart break they'd experienced as their child became critically ill and emerged from a coma with a disability. When we are in awful situations we are often guided to ask 'what will be the worst that can happen?'. I remember talking to the Dad and he said that he kept doing that; he kept asking 'what's the worst that can happen?' and then things kept going past what he thought would be the worse, until he was sitting at his son's beside looking at his little boy in a coma. He said he didn't want to ask 'what's the worst' at that point.


I came to know the family when they were emerging from their tragedy and getting going on their rehabilitation track. I couldn't ask them their goals for their son in any real, cold, clinical sense. One they were too numb, and two, they didn't know how to breakdown a child's development into bit sized pieces and prioritise one over the other. They just wanted the best for their son. We worked instinctively; they told me when they were happy about something he'd done and they told me when they were worried. To me this offered the two edges to the path we were going on - I just tried to do, and provide advice, that meant they could guide their child's development to be somewhere in the middle.


The point of that blog was resilience. As I watched this family over time they started to recover and then started to focus on what they could control. After a number of months, I remember a day I was playing with their son in a glorious and most ridiculously, excessive mound of shaving cream. We were belly laughing at something and being silly while we played. All three of us were lathered in shaving cream, and as we wiped off the cream I noticed the mum had a new tatoo: 'this too shall pass'. It was a profound moment for me. I believed it to be true for this family. I had seen them when their world was at it's worse, and yet just a few short month later here we were laughing and playing. I saw a Mum completely enthralled by her son's achievements and him glowing in all her adoration. Happiness and joy was making it's way back.


For everything life throws at us; when we are at our lowest; it's important to remember 'this too shall pass'.


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