Even bad things have purpose

March 19th, 2012 by John Morris

This week I relearned the reality that even bad things have a purpose.

This weekend, daughter, Beth and her mate, Julie came home to pickup refinished furniture for their new digs in Brooklyn, NYC. We decided the best option was for me to return with them in the U-Haul to NYC. This way I could help Beth carry these pieces up the stairs. A pregnant Julie would work the sidelines.

To avoid sitting on my wallet during the ride North, I put it in my carry-all. When we arrived at their apartment, we carried everything up four flights of steps with 11 right turns. It was more like a rectangular spiral staircase. After the huffing and the puffing, all was in place. I decided then to get my wallet. I went through the carry-all without finding it. Beth also search it with matching results. Conclusion: It was in the U-Haul Julie had returned to the depot. She was returning home, and the depot was closed until 7:00 a.m. Monday. Our new best plan was to search the truck early the following day.

I went to Mass and prayed the wallet would return to me.

Later I had a dynamite fish dinner – cooked by Julie – followed by a night of worry and doubt. I found time to chastise myself for being careless with such a valuable item as a wallet. I vowed to be more careful in the future. As I always do.

Fast forwarding the story: the wallet was not in the U-Haul. Beth & Julie dropped me off at the Tick Tock cafe with money for the BOOM bus to Philly.

As I rode on the bus, my thoughts of relaxing were shattered as our driver said, “We’re experiencing motor trouble and need to switch buses in Secaucus, NJ”. Drat!

While waiting out the bus swap, I calculated the fruitlessness of again searching my bag. Tossing aside logic I decided to try it. This time I found the wallet. Did I just do a better job searching than the three other times or did my wallet return to me as I prayed for? I thanked God for answering my prayers. I’m not going to question the how.

The best lesson I learned during my trial was how loving and caring Julie and Beth are towards me. They offered me the support I needed without comments about how I created the mess. In short, this old boy is proud of how well they handled me.

I was in good hands this weekend.

God, Beth & Julie had my back.



The old boy writing this blog wears many hats: Vietnam Veteran, husband & father, salesman and techno-dude. After my service with the Army Security Agency, I operated a sign company for nineteen years, The sign industry changed after CAD/CAM machines made the task easy enough for the non-talented. I sold my company and never looked back.

Life has granted me a life partner better than I deserve. My wife, Lyn is a transplanted Kansas gal. Her bliss is teaching kindergarten and first grade.

I am the most proud of my children. My son, Adam lives an international life teaching English and living in Sozhou, China. He is married to one of life's truly lovely women, Yuri Kim. My daughter, Beth grew up in a small town and found her way in life means working and living in major cities like Chicago and New York. She and her life partner, Julie Sterling married in LaJolla, California in 2010.

I like getting the newest gadgets, but also I like to use things until they are useless, i.e., my last personal car was an 88 Honda Prelude Si.

I wrote a Vietnam Veteran newsletter for nine years. During this journey, I learned I like to write. It is a harmless exercise that rewards honest effort while tolerating failure gracefully. I been away from it for too long. My son gave me the blog, and it was a lifeline back to writing.

My best advice is to show the world what you can do but to accept only your opinion of who and what you are.

Update: In August 2008, my job became one of the half-million jobs that went away that month. I took the following year getting the home ready for my official retirement.

In October 2009, I took a part-time job as a saleman at the vaulted Maxwell's Hardware.

On November 29, 2011, I reached my 66th birthday, and I officially started Social Security. I intend to stay with Maxwell's as long as I can contribute.