One day, a despondent member of my Buddhist group whined, "Why me?"
"Why not you?" asked our Buddhist leader. "Did you have someone else in mind?"
I have often recalled this exchange, but before I could get around to compiling a list of those unseen "someone elses," I would come to my senses and realize that my head bleed and its devastating consequences are mine. All mine. My own personal "cross to bear," as my Aunt Flo would remind me if she were still here.
The truth is that the bleed went on for some time, leaving family and friends to wonder if I would even make it through the night of the incident. Like many stroke survivors who have had the same experience, I've often wondered why I did survive. Do I have a new mission yet to be discovered?
"Why me?" indeed.
And no, I don't have someone else in mind.