So incredibly humbling…a true meaning of shock and awe.

Have you experienced something that makes you wonder: “Oh my God. Why me?” but in a good way?  I had the shock of my professional life yesterday evening.

I won’t bore you with all the details, but this is really incredible.  I’ve had a rough two weeks at the office, culminating in two very, very disturbing incidences, the second of which involves a colleague completely attempting to discredit me professionally to the “Powers-That-Be”.  The original incident, which has not been settled, and the subsequent incident which amounts to who I’ll identify as the “Bus Driver” saving their behind at the expense of someone else (i.e. me), has been an eye-opening experience.  This has forced me to ask myself many serious questions.  It has been a real test during this holy season of Lent.  I’ve received very encouraging words from family, friends and my blogging and Twitter buddies, and for that, I am truly thankful.

Life can be so ironic.  Here I am dealing with a professional nightmare at the office, and the professional organization to which I belong and have been actively involved with for many years, bestows me with the honor of “Member of the Year” recognizing my work and commitment to the organization over the past year.  So incredibly humbling…a true meaning of shock and awe.   It made me so choked up and misty-eyed looking out at an audience of faces who in turn were looking back at me, clapping and cheering, and giving me positive energy and admiration.

You know that saying, “When God closes a door, He opens a window”?  That’s what I feel.  He probably knew I was at the end of my rope, at the end of putting up with nonsense and ready to simply do as I’d said in my post:  “It’s the 30% that gets you to the point of picking up your belongings, walking out the door and not looking back…”

After what happened last night in a crowded Manhattan hotel ballroom near Grand Central Terminal, with the recognition of my peers, I know there are good people in this world who are not “out to get me”, believe in me and appreciate what I do — even if I never, ever sought the attention or glory in the first place.

My confidence was shattered last week during the closed-door meeting at the office, but I’m regrouping.  I’m not an overly religious person.  You won’t hear me quoting chapter and verse, and I know when I get to the Pearly Gates, it’s going to be something else — believe me!  But they’ve been moments in my life — and this is one of them — where I have a profound belief in the words of “Footprints“:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
 
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
 
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?”
 
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you.”

– Mary Stevenson

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9 thoughts on “So incredibly humbling…a true meaning of shock and awe.

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  2. Congratulations on your Member of the Year! I know the feeling of being at the end of my rope but finding someone or something to tie a knot at the end so I can hang on. Keep trucking!

    • Thanks, Kaitlin! Okay, so now that I have this Member of the Year honor, I have no idea what the heck that means. It’s not like Miss World or Miss Universe. They have a tiara and sash that they wear everywhere, and they get “scholarship” money and have a Lady in Waiting. I have a beautiful glass plaque (Lalique, I was told, so we’re talking substance here). I could walk around with it in my hand posing, but as much as people are accustomed to oddities in New York City, I think it would raise some eyebrows. I mean, there’s crazy and then there’s New York Crazy…and you don’t want to be that person. We’ll see where this award takes me. (Probably nowhere, but there’s hope.) I’ve said absolutely nothing to anyone at the office. We’ll leave it that way. I’m not willing to share this with any of them. They don’t deserve to know. P.S. Love your blog…just followed you. 🙂 I’ll look for you on Twitter!

    • Hi!! OMG! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you’ll keep reading. 🙂 I’m loving the creative writing release. It’s been 3 months since my launch. Wow! Between the blogging, the tweeting, and I’m launching a Pinterest site, lots to keep this Brainy Pint Sizer busy! Let me know what you think as I make knew posts, and thanks again for visiting! 🙂

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