One of the things our Pastor-friend discussed with us on the day after, was Purpose. His belief was simple – every one of us has a solitary purpose in this life and that is – To affect another human being. Whether you are in this world for 2 minutes or 100 years, he held firm with the notion that once your purpose has been full-filled you are then free to fly away from this world to the next.
So with that zinging around the back of my brain, he then turned to me and asked me to answer one question for him – If he could bring God before me and I was allowed to ask Him one question – What would it be?
I said, “Well, the obvious question would be Why?” I don’t want the obvious question, he responded.
With tears streaming down my face I barely choked out the word Who?
You’ll probably never know, he said. But with 35,000 + hits on your blog in the 3 months it’s been up, David served his purpose. Someone, somewhere out there has been so affected by David that it changed their life, permanently.
I said, but of course his story has affected people. I get messages all the time, folks donating blood, folks hugging their kids tighter, folks wanting to be a better person. I am honored by the multitudes of people that have grown to love us. He said it’s not necessarily any of those people. Not the people that say they were affected. Because out there, somewhere, is someone sooo affected by the life-force that was David, they themselves may not even realize it.
Let’s say someone we don’t know, reads about David from someone else’s blog. Maybe my friend Kirsten, with all her posts about donating blood and how much David has inspired her to want to be a better person, has inadvertently caused someone to be late to work.
Let’s say this person was so inspired by Kirsten’s posts that they spend the time, (since they’re late anyway) to re-post on Facebook and one of their friends reads the story of Capt Snuggles. Maybe that person becomes so enamored with the story that they wind up back at my blog and spend hours reading through every post. Maybe they look up and realize they’re late picking up their own kids from school. So they hurry out the door.
Crap – they left the keys in their other coat pocket. They go back into the house, grab the keys and set out again for their kids school. Those kids are waiting impatiently and climb into the car all loud and complaining.
As this person, who is so far removed from us – has only just read about David and may never come back to follow our journey ahead, as this person leaves that school, they see flashing lights in the distance.
As they get closer, they see the wreck. Our driver looks in the backseat at their children and realizes that if, just that little if, if they hadn’t been preoccupied (reading about Capt Snuggles) they wouldn’t have been absent-minded in leaving the keys in the house, they wouldn’t have been as late as they were, and they quite possibly wouldn’t be alive right now, right this minute.
That’s what out Pastor-friend meant when he said – everyone has a purpose, a solitary purpose to affect someone so profoundly, that once it happens, your time on earth is through.
Do you think that’s plausible? I mean, that sounds all well and good to think, that maybe somewhere out there, David had a profound impact on someone. But I still have to ask Why? Why my son? Why did he have to suffer to accomplish such a feat? Because, let’s face it – these past 5 months have been Hell. Pure unadulterated, Hell. For him. For me. For our family. There’s a large group of people that have been affected by him, there’s no doubt about it – I just don’t understand, I just don’t get why it had to be so devastating.
And for that person out there – wherever you are – you better live the best damn life you can.