“Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be”
The thank-yous have been said. The tears have been cried. The family is together again. The friendships have been tested (most have endured; many have been strengthened; some have been broken). The business has survived — barely. The finances have been shattered.
Now what?
Roll up the sleeves, pick up the pieces, and start rebuilding, right? Rebuild what, though. I feel that I must do more than just go back to my life-as-it-was-before-THAT. I believe that THAT happened for a reason, and there is a calling that I must answer. But what to do, what to do? Write a book? Start a charity? Run for office?
Things are very much hectic these days, and I must tackle way too many pressing and immediate tasks before I can focus on a loftier one. But I think about the loftier one all the time. About where I am meant to be. So that all THAT would not have been in vain. So that I can contribute something to the common good as a result of THAT.
I’d love to hear your thoughts, so do drop me a line if you have a suggestion. I’ll be back with more posts when things get settled and I have more clarity. For now, happy holidays to all!
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The man who wrote the words in the title of this blog post was an immigrant. He had troubles with the US immigration authorities. He was shot dead on the streets of New York City on December 8, 1980. It is only appropriate to close with the lyrics of another one of his songs:
“And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make”
A world of gratitude to John Reiser who built this website, to Dawn McCall who managed the content, and to all friends and supporters who rushed to our aid. I felt your love.