Often situations that seem less than optimal are actually functional. Perhaps it is more often than often… perhaps it is always.
Yesterday we had a less than optimal situation, albeit a minor one in the grand scheme of things. We went to pick up some plants we had ordered through our nephew’s preschool. The trays of plants were laid out in rows grouped by last names alphabetically. Ours were supposed to be in the C through K group. There were a few D’s… but no plants tagged for Dear. The plants for our friends and coworkers were there. All of our orders had been placed at the same time by Jacque. But ours were absent. Our name wasn’t even on the list.
I found myself grumbling and muttering as we had much to do that day, including plant the starts we should have just picked up. And as it is prone to do at times, my frustration began to escalate. It stair-stepped up to indignant, slighted by some level of care not taken on my behalf, while everyone else merrily skipped to their vehicles with flats of lush young foliage in hand.
The next leap took me into aggravation at the carelessness of those coordinating the sale. Fortunately before I could take my frustration to further heights that would spawn greater blame and demands of recompense for those who held a total disregard for my precious time and packed agenda, my head hit the glass ceiling of realism, knocking the cycle of crazy-making off its merry-go-round. The whole situation must have been the result of a simple mistake which I was beginning to take personally due to my feelings of helplessness.
It is said that everything happens for a reason, and I chose to embrace this notion after resigning to it. I gave the mishap a function, which allowed it to take its rightful place as an intended event in the course of the universe, where my small loss would yield a greater gain. I told Jacque the purpose for this mixup would come to reveal itself at some point, maybe later today, maybe 10 years from now. Having taken the stairs back down to the ground floor, I calmly called my young nephew’s father and let him know what happened, as he was involved with submitting our payments to the plant sale team. He assured me he would get it straightened out and get the plants to us, one way or another.
So we continued on with the errands of the morning. While in transit, we happened to pass my niece and her husband (the father of the young nephew) on the road. Coincidence? I file nothing under such category, so I should have taken note. Moments later she calls Jacque to explain that her year-old son reacted poorly to his vaccination and broke out in hives which covered his entire body. We told them not to worry about the plants… smaller potatoes in the scheme of an unwell child.
Several hours later the husband calls to inform us that he was able to procure our plants. Turns out they were filed under Bear rather than Dear. No surprise, it wasn’t the first time we’ve been Bears. Odd that I didn’t consider this at the time we were picking up the plants. So he magnanimously volunteers to deliver the plants to us, which I declined due to their situation with their son, but he then insisted in turn. He stated he would swing by in minutes.
Minutes had turned to hours. At that point Jacque decided to just run by and get the plants. A trip over and back takes all of 5 minutes, yet her quick trip turned into a 2 hour stay. When she had arrived at their house, she encountered our niece nursing her hive-riddled son, in a state of meltdown over the condition of her baby boy. Her husband was doing all he could to take care of his wife and the baby after having spent 5 hours at the plant sale, with many plants still undelivered. Jacque stayed to help get everything back to as close to normal as possible, allowing the husband to deliver the plants to the many others who had been waiting to receive their orders.
Had our plants not have been misfiled we would have not gone to our niece’s to pick them up. Their household needed the extra help, and it would not have occurred to them to ask for it, so it arrived when they needed it most. All the pieces fell into place as to why that minor inconvenience happened. Our small loss allowed for another in need to receive a greater gain.
I think I’ll file that for the next time I encounter a seemingly inconvenient situation.