Crossing The Bridge, Without Hitting Rock Bottom - IMRAN™ — 5000+ Views!
I am writing these words, and posting this photo, while visiting San Francisco, California.
This photo was taken just about 2 years ago, just 3 weeks before the passing away of my beloved Father in Pakistan.
A lot of difficult things were going on in my life, but I was not worried. I have always remembered the advice he gave me.
Prepare for the worst, but always Hope for the best.
I have therefore always believed in "crossing that bridge when I get to it" and knowing that life can always surprise you.
Even then, I had no idea on that day, as I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge at sunset, that my life would so quickly unravel.
A few weeks later, my Father was dead, gone forever, but living forever in my heart and memory. People who had seemed to be a part of my life showed their true colors, in my time of direst need, when an economic downturn led me to lose almost everything I had worked 21 years to get. But, other human beings, some good people, and some angels in disguise, continued to hover nearby with their love and support.
The next nearly 18 months were a surrel experience. I could be tempted to say, it was a living hell, but it was not.
Every day, every loss, every negative news, every lost opportunity, every closing door, every humbling experience, made me realize how very lucky I was, and am.
I realized that the worst day of that life was better than not being alive. The most difficult situation I faced was nothing compared to not having my health and abilities.
And, the roads were narrow and long, the lonely walks, in snow and rain, were cold and brutal.
And the shaky, fog covered, rickety bridges, kept on coming in the road ahead... And I kept on.... as my father would have wanted.... as I knew no other way.
I kept crossing the bridge, but believing in God that he would never let me ever experience, or feel, like I had hit Rock Bottom.
These rocks at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge are a poignant reminder of where I was, the dark alleys of life I passed through in the last 2 years in the time after this photo was taken, the journey I am still on, and, at every step, confidently and boldly looking up at new horizons.... with my head bowed down in complete surrdener and gratitude. Thank You, God.
Crossing The Bridge, Without Hitting Rock Bottom - IMRAN™ — 5000+ Views!
I am writing these words, and posting this photo, while visiting San Francisco, California.
This photo was taken just about 2 years ago, just 3 weeks before the passing away of my beloved Father in Pakistan.
A lot of difficult things were going on in my life, but I was not worried. I have always remembered the advice he gave me.
Prepare for the worst, but always Hope for the best.
I have therefore always believed in "crossing that bridge when I get to it" and knowing that life can always surprise you.
Even then, I had no idea on that day, as I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge at sunset, that my life would so quickly unravel.
A few weeks later, my Father was dead, gone forever, but living forever in my heart and memory. People who had seemed to be a part of my life showed their true colors, in my time of direst need, when an economic downturn led me to lose almost everything I had worked 21 years to get. But, other human beings, some good people, and some angels in disguise, continued to hover nearby with their love and support.
The next nearly 18 months were a surrel experience. I could be tempted to say, it was a living hell, but it was not.
Every day, every loss, every negative news, every lost opportunity, every closing door, every humbling experience, made me realize how very lucky I was, and am.
I realized that the worst day of that life was better than not being alive. The most difficult situation I faced was nothing compared to not having my health and abilities.
And, the roads were narrow and long, the lonely walks, in snow and rain, were cold and brutal.
And the shaky, fog covered, rickety bridges, kept on coming in the road ahead... And I kept on.... as my father would have wanted.... as I knew no other way.
I kept crossing the bridge, but believing in God that he would never let me ever experience, or feel, like I had hit Rock Bottom.
These rocks at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge are a poignant reminder of where I was, the dark alleys of life I passed through in the last 2 years in the time after this photo was taken, the journey I am still on, and, at every step, confidently and boldly looking up at new horizons.... with my head bowed down in complete surrdener and gratitude. Thank You, God.