Why Me?

When events we perceive as bad happen in our lives, we often ask the question, “Why me?” I did that. The answer is, “Why not me?” I’m not so special that nothing bad should ever happen to me in life. I’ve had mostly good in my life. Yet the weight of this challenge falls heavily on my shoulders. According to a test given by Coach, I feel much more burdened than most caregivers. I already know that’s because of my personality, one that wants to fix everything, make it right. What I’m faced with now cannot be fixed. It weighs heavily. It frustrates. It burdens.

As Coach and I discussed ways to reduce my stress, I sipped a decaf, non-fat milk latte at a local coffee house. There! I’m trying to take care of myself. Yes, I try to eat a well-balanced diet. I try to get in regular exercise by walking. Sleeping through the night still eludes me. Despite taking classes and reading about how to get a good night’s sleep. Yes, I have a great support system, including Coach. Yes, I try to be mindful of the present. Mind-spinning overtakes me at times. Yes, I have hobbies, like drawing and gardening. And, I write, cathartic for me. Yet I still feel the weight on my shoulders.

After about 45 minutes, latte finished, I leave the coffee house. Coach goes his way. I go mine. The winter chill fills the air yet it’s warmer than it has been in days. I see the tire pressure light come on my dash. It happens in the fall and again in the spring, a fluctuation in temperature setting it off. I ignore the light thinking it’s just the warming day.

Then, driving past an elementary school, watching parents filling the driveway to pickup their kids, I hear a thump, thump. Oh no! I have a flat. As the thump turns into a shuddering of my SUV, I find a place to pull onto the shoulder. The front driver-side tire is spewing small bits of smoke out of several holes in the side wall. What the heck?

I call Martin. Waiting I walk around the car to find the two air caps missing from the passenger side tires. By the time Martin arrives, I’m wondering if the tire was slashed.

Why me?

“Wow, look at that!” Martin exclaims as he waves his arms at the tire.

“Can you change it?”

“No, no. I don’t know.” He goes to the back of my SUV, seemingly confused about what to do next. I open the trunk. He pulls off the overlaying carpet. I do have a spare. He looks puzzled. Again, “I don’t know.”

I think of the last time I had a flat, some twelve years ago. He knew immediately what to do, pulling out the spare, fitting the jack together, in charge of the situation. My heart sinks for the umpteenth time, tears swirl at the edges of my eyes.

“OK, let me try to find a roadside service.”

Roadside assistance arrives, changes the tire. The man comments about what could have done such damage. I counter how I’m wondering if it was slashed. He agrees commenting I would have seen and felt anything to cause five holes at various intervals around the sidewall.

Why me?

After talking with the coffee house manager, my insurance agent, filing a police report and getting a new tire, I am whole again. I laugh in a lopsided way at the irony. Leaving a meeting where the topic of reducing my stress is discussed to find I am the victim of a random act of meanness. I comfort myself with the usual thoughts that it could have been worse. I could have been hurt on the road. I could have come across the perpetrator in the parking lot and been attacked.

Whatever my thoughts, the incident is what it is. I can’t change it anymore than I can change the outcome of Martin’s PPA. Life is not always fair as we see it. We want to be happy. We want to be good and receive good. Yet, I know out of some of my greatest failures in life have come my greatest successes. Challenging or even unsavory events are not necessarily bad. They can be a catalyst for bettering your circumstance, your attitude, your viewpoint. They can create a ripple effect changing your trajectory.

While I may have continued with my out-of-control stress, the tire slashing incident puts my life in perspective. I am stressing over something I cannot change. The role of caregiver is simply part of my journey. Feeling burdened and frustrated is not going to make it better. In fact, it will, most likely, make it worse.

Why me?

Why not me?



1 thought on “Why Me?”

  1. What a beautiful story and the images of your frustrations came through perfectly. It was a tire.. tires can be changed. Unfortunately there are things we can’t control and as women that “have been in control”, that’s our challenge. I will write you very soon as it has been on my mind as I so appreciated your note to me. Fondly, Billie


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