Growing up, you hear all about a purpose. What is your purpose on this earth? What were you created for? What is your destiny? It's in the movies, family discussions, church lessons.
Why am I here? Why
am I this person, placed in this family, in this time?
These are questions that I
often pondered until I lived a truly mind boggling experience that
shifted something within me. On that curious day, once I returned
home feeling odd and confused, I began to wonder if we were asking
the wrong questions. What if I'm not here for one single purpose?
What if we're all here for everyone but ourselves? Am I placed on
this earth, in this life, at this time to simply affect others? I
believe that we all are.
I was driving home from
work on a warm Sunday evening. I rarely worked Sundays, but each
employee had to work at least one Sunday out of the month on an
alternating schedule. I remember the sky perfectly, tinted with a
grayish orange from the descending sun. I had rolled my windows down,
shut off the radio, and was enjoying the drive.