“Everything happens for a reason.” We use that quote to explain an improbable collection of occurrences that leads to a surprisingly amazing outcome.
My latest example… I’ll start by welcoming you to Target®. I don’t work there, but, like so many other outstanding little consumers, Cyclone Kid and I are big fans. He is a child of very few words, and one of those words is “Target®.”
The plan was to stop in to our favorites store to grab a present for a birthday party we’d been invited too. As is the case with most “normal” kid activities, I was more excited about the birthday party than he was. As is also often the case, the plan was not meant to be.
We never made it to the party. Instead, Cyclone Kid had a “meltdown.” It happens with kids on the Autism Spectrum. It sucks, but it happens. It’s why I’ve become very adept at ignoring the occasional stares from other shoppers, while I wait for my kiddo to get it together.
This particular meltdown included a dash toward the toy aisle and a mother/son chase scene that would have made many a track star proud. But it was after that, when the story gets good. I caught up to Cyclone Kid about 26.2 miles away from our cart (Target® seems a lot bigger when your chasing a freaked out 5 year- old) I got him to sit down and hunkered in to wait for the rest of our “meltdown” to run its course. We had a lot of hot, exasperating, hunkering going on.
Now meet our new “angel.” Her name is Mary. Mary works in the Target® Pharmacy, although she chanced upon our motley twosome in the Girls’ Clothing section. As she was passing by I waved her over and asked to journey to the other side of Mount Doom. Mary kindly obliged: no weird looks or odd questions. Then she came back and kept me company while Cyclone Kid decompressed. She didn’t have too, but she did. She looked and my little man and even through his tears and his “meltdown,” Mary said that she could tell that he had a sweet heart.
We talked for a while longer and ended up on the subject of trains. Again, Cyclone Kid is a big fan. Turn our Mary had a train set that she had spent years collecting with her grandson. The set had grown over time, but like kids tend to do, her grandson had outgrown the trains.
How far back do you trace an improbable collection of occurrences? Did it start with a decision to go to the store? An invitation to a birthday party? An “angel” getting hired at a pharmacy?
Mary had just started looking for a new home for that train set. Now, that train set happily lives with a Cyclone Kid, who has a sweet heart that shines through even in the midst of a “meltdown.”
Thank you, Mary. “Everything happens for a Reason.”