The High Five

It was the Monday, December 8th, the day before I started chemo. And my nerves were completely shot. Totally afraid of the crazy concoction of chemicals that were about to be put in my body the next day. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. How would I feel? How bad would the nausea be? Was I going to have an allergic reaction to it? Thoughts flooded my mind non-stop and I was worried about everything that goes along with having cancer.

From the moment I was diagnosed, I’ve had a peace about the bigger picture of having cancer. That the bigger picture is clear – I will be okay. However this turns out. In my heart and in my mind, I’m good. But in typical fashion, it’s all the other everyday stuff that I worry about and have a hard time letting go of those smaller worries.

On that Monday, I took the kids to school, then was planning to spend the day with two amazing women who are also breast cancer survivors. Getting my hair cut off and having lunch and talking through all of these emotions and worries and life with kids and cancer. But as things go, my son forgot something he needed at school. So, my worried state of mind and I went by the school before the hair salon. His classroom is toward the back of the school, so a quick drop off at the classroom, then I’m walking back toward the front of the school to check out. I turn the corner, heading down the third grade hallway, and just about the time I’m halfway, I see a kid heading down the other hallway in front of me. He walks past the third grade hallway and stops in his tracks. Spins around, and heads toward me.

As he reaches me, he says with a grin, “High five!” So I smile and high-five him. Right as we are high fiving, he looks me straight in the eye, still smiling, his eyes sparking and says, “You got this.” And he walks on.

Wait, what? Did that just happen? I don’t know if you’ve been in an elementary school before, but just passing through the hallways, if kiddos don’t know you (even though we live in a very friendly community) they don’t usually speak – just being shy and young and all. But this kid did. Sure, it could have all been a coincidence, but it don’t believe in coincidences. I believe that life is a journey and it’s full of amazing and magical learning experiences, if we just open out hearts and minds to it.

I don’t know this kid, have never seen him before or since. But I wish he knew the impact he had on my life that day. And the impact of that message and how desperately I needed to hear those three words. You got this.

People are put in your life for a reason. Each person you have the unique ability to learn something from and they you. Sometimes someone is in our life to help us learn that we need to let go of that person and anyone else like them, because it’s fostering an unhealthy relationship. Sometimes we learn from other people how to handle our everyday lives. And sometimes, someone is just simply magical.

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  • Reply Wendy Allen March 25, 2015 at 8:01 am

    How cool! I’d want to find that friendly little fella and tell him how God used him in that moment!

  • Reply Jenny Commins March 24, 2015 at 9:14 pm

    I want to believe that that little kid was all of us – the collective spirit of your friends and family from near and far, those who know you and those who know of you, everyone, all of us – because you really do have this. You are getting there! I know you’re tired and weary and your body wants a vacation from the fight but you are a fighter and you are making amazing progress. xoxoxo

    • Reply Shannon March 24, 2015 at 9:26 pm

      I believe so too Jenny, with a touch of an angel. :)
      Thank you – so much love to you!

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