Today, I’m watching the DVR show of “Long Island Medium with Teresa Caputo and I have to admit I love it. She’s this spunky little bleached blonde New Yorker, with the thick accent, fake nails that looks like claws and what looks like six inch shoes to make her 4'10 petite height taller. I don’t truly know how tall she is in reality but I know that she seems to be significantly shorter than my 5’5 height. Regardless of all of that, I think that she is pretty amazing. I watch her transform the biggest skeptics into true believers after just one “reading”. Those readings will often make me cry like a big baby while I wipe my tears on my t-shirt. I have to hurry and wipe them fast, before my husband walks out of his home office and catches me. Heaven forbid he catches me crying over something he doesn't think is real. He's compassionate enough not to mock me to my face but I still catch the tail end of him rolling his eyes as he walks away. (Love you too, Honey.)
I know why I cry. I have issues with death. I’ve never deal with it well. Ever. Part of it is because I don’t like to see people grieve the loss of a loved one. No matter how old and timely a passing is and worse, a timely that is unexpected, I can't handle it. It's almost as if I feel exactly what they feel so maybe, I’m a sensitive, huh?
Today, Teresa is reading this woman who recently lost her husband. He died in some freak food allergy reaction. You see, the husband has an egg allergy and knew it. He spent all his life staying away from eggs and then after a party, he and his wife stopped for pizza. That evening, he fell asleep and died. What was later discovered was that the crust had an egg wash. Kind of weird, right? This wife is plagued with guilt because she was the one who suggested the quick bite to eat and now she wonders what she could have done to change the outcome of that faithful night. The sad truth always boils down to there seems to never be anything anyone can ever do.
Then I had a thought. What if there was someone who could “read” us by looking back on our life and telling us where we went wrong. Where or what was the one event that caused our life to veer off into a direction we never saw coming. Better yet, to tell us what was the right answer at that time.
Obviously, some of us don't need a "reading" for that. We can already do this and pinpoint our own disastrous decision but some are very subtle. On the other side of that coin, I think most of us can look back and remember happy and joyful childhood moments and can verbalize when we were at our happiest. Realistically, most of us hit a couple of rough patches during that time and was it during the rough spot we took the wrong path?
Okay, now, fast forward. Some of us find ourselves in a place where things are not constantly happy go-lucky any more. Money is becoming less and less available. The lucky breaks that always came your way are no longer to be found. A couple of bad breaks spirals you into a place you never thought you would be. That’s life, some would say.
We no longer know who we are. Where did the real person inside of us go? When did that all change? Who do people see when they look at you these days and is that the person you want to be? That answer for me is “no.”
I’m okay, I think, but I’m not who I thought I’d be. I wanted to be like my Aunt Lena. She was a patient, kind, giving, trusting woman. She said, “Sure! Yes! Or course! What do you need?” a lot. She was the woman I wanted to grow up to be like.
Well, that didn’t happen.
So wouldn’t it be great if there was a person who could look inside your soul, talked to the Powers that be and paint the mental picture of what the factors were that sent your life skidding in a direction you never saw coming?
Kind of cool, huh?
Then wouldn’t it be great if there was yet another person who could offer you the chance to pick a spot in your life and offer a do over?
That, my friends, would be a topic for another blog.