How fortunate am I?
I have been bowed over in anguish over a job lost; I have placed my hands over my face and head, elbows to my knees gasping for breath; I have barricaded myself behind closed doors.
So, I have often wondered, does a job lost make a sound?
If you have asked our government, technically the answer to both questions is no.
I would have to agree. Neither seen nor heard, you’re on your own.
I have experienced both, a lost job, a tree falling, the latter being much less traumatic, although both are deeply disturbing, the tree the lesser of two evils.
Symbolic in a fashion, like our government, the tree had been leaning. Its weight no longer sustainable, it roots no longer able to bear its growth.
I was deeply affected by the sight of the fallen tree in its magnitude, its beauty and majesty held me in awe. I often crossed its path never imagining its demise.
Falling across a sidewalk, in a city park, the tree was swept away in a day; a series of sawing, grinding and chipping away. At times the noise was deafening. And then it was gone.
Job lost, I had moved on. Picked myself back up. Started a new venture. Today I am rooted strongly, supported by faith, family and my business. Supported by partners, fellow employees, suppliers and customers.
How fortunate for me, I am not a tree.
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