A bigger plan

Today I spent a great deal of my time thinking of my (supposed) future brother in law. He is a humorous, good-natured person, a young, talented carpenter who just graduated from a master course. Looking for a suitable new position, he meanwhile returned to his previous employer.

Fate had it that yesterday, while finishing up a piece of work, he moved his hand too close to a saw trying to remove a piece of wood. Two fingers got detached. Luckily, his co-workers immediately rushed over to help, and within a matter of minutes he found himself in a helicopter on his way to a hospital specialized in hand surgery. Another 5.5 hours later, during which doctors did a fine job reattaching the cut-off limbs to his hand, blood was back circulating in his fingers, and he could feel a slight pulse.

Thanks to his cool-headed, well-trained colleagues, he will be able to use his hand again eventually. Hopefully, he will also be able to return to his beloved profession. I am sending him lots of good thoughts and positive energy for a quick and uncomplicated recovery.

Somehow, I believe that everything happens for a reason. There is a bigger plan that puts everything into perspective, into a context of its own. But only later on will we see the whole picture, understand the reasoning behind it, the powers that be. If ever. At this stage, who knows what this accident was good for?