Joyous Joy 62: The ONLY Circumstance that the Holocaust Could Bring Joy

(this is a longer post for me, but definitely worth the read. Enjoy!)

Just when I thought last week was going to be my chance to get caught up on all the things I couldn’t get done during my overwhelming week, I was put down for the count — again.

I hurt my arm while cleaning — of ALL things! Lame!

To say I was upset is an understatement. Intense nerve pains kept shooting from my inner elbow to the center of my palm. I was sure it was the start of carpel tunnel.

How in the world was I going to start my social media training company if typing was so excruciating? I immediately made an acupuncture appointment.

The day before my appointment I had free tickets to a concert with a friend. I literally had to drag myself to it. All I wanted to do was wallow in my own self pity with an ice pack. But I had made the commitment, so I pushed myself to go. Oh, and I’m so glad I did — because the universe had a plan for me.

Trudging down the street, I noticed a woman coming towards me. Was it my friend Kristin? I hoped so – it would be so great to see her smiling face!

Nope, it wasn’t I realized with a frown.

Feeling less than social, I crossed the street to avoid this stranger. I squeezed sideways between two parked cars and sighed as I stepped onto the curb. “Woe is me,” I thought. And guess who was literally standing RIGHT THERE? Kristin!

After a quick catch-up, and promise to get together soon, I continued my journey to the concert. Looking up at the sky, smiled and thanked the universe for making my dear friend and I cross paths. I really needed that.

Later I found myself mesmerized on the subway platform by a very talented drummer jamming away on his various buckets. After his last rap on the drum, I approached him with a smile and said, “I have had a really tough day and you have truly made it better.” He reached out, took my hand and shot me a grateful smile. He thanked me for the opportunity to help bring someone happiness through his music. It was such a beautiful moment.

Wow. I was really starting to feel better.

Once off the train, I hurried to the Upper West Side venue, Symphony Space. My friend Helen was already there and came out to the lobby to get me. As we settled in our seats, with only a few minutes till go-time, she said, “You know what this is, right?” I hesitated…“uh….a concert? Some sort of symphony or something, right?”

“Nope. It’s a Holocaust Remembrance Day event, she said.

Just 3 good friends enjoying a summer night out last summer.

Just 3 good friends enjoying a summer night out last summer.

“With a wrinkled forehead and squinted eyes I cocked my head to the side and said, “What?! Why did I think it was a concert?” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I did too.”

Oh well, it was too late to leave. I sat up in my seat and looked around the room. It was an older, somber crowd of well-dressed Jewish people and then my Chinese friend and me with no make-up, jeans and sparkly purple tennis shoes. Wow, were we out of place or what?

Oh well, we thought. At least this will be interesting (which it, of course was – especially when we heard from survivors!).

About halfway through I looked down at my arm brace, then up to the ceiling, then forward at the presenter and thought, “what in the world am I complaining about? Okay, so I hurt my arm. I am going to an amazing acupuncturist who will sort this out. These people before me survived one of the MOST HORRIFIC events in history. I’ll be just fine.”

This was the reality check I needed, and thanks to the universe, I was randomly there to receive it.

What makes the entire situation even funnier is that Helen stopped by the ticket counter as we were leaving to double check on why we thought we were going to a concert. Well, it turned out that the usher escorted her to the wrong theater!

The concert we were supposed to see was still going on in a bar downstairs. They offered to let us go see the rest, but we chose instead to catch up and laugh about the entire situation over Thai food and Bubble Tea.

What an interesting evening…I NEVER would have imagined that I would have a joyous experience involving the Holocaust.

Anyone else have a random, positive encounter with it? I would love to hear about it!

For NYers interested in giving acupuncture a whirl – I highly recommend checking out Manhattan Wellness Group. After only 3 treatments, I am 100% better!

They even have some great deals going on at their newest location (47th St & Madison Ave) through the end of May.

Only $39 for acupuncture, massage or chiropractic adjustment (and you can get all 3 for this price!).

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3 thoughts on “Joyous Joy 62: The ONLY Circumstance that the Holocaust Could Bring Joy

  1. Ah, love how life works out! But you have to be open to seeing that it is working out, and you obviously practice that skill well! I’m glad you had an uplifting experience, and in turn, you were able to lift others with your joyful spirit! Now that’s paying it forward! ~ Sheila

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