When my first son was born 10 years ago, my older brother and I spoke on the phone every few weeks. It was great to have another person to talk to during the day because the baby wasn’t much of a conversationalist. We were both home all day at the time. My brother was dealing with a health issue, battling an auto-immune disease, and I was a stay-at-home mom. We got into some really great talks about life, but I remember one in particular that has always stuck with me.
At that time, I was 31 and he was 33. He had to leave his job as a painter because of his health, and I had never really planned on being a stay-at-home, but we were blessed that it worked out that way. We were joking one day about what we really wanted to do with our lives. Neither of us had a clue at that point. He was at war with a 1 in a million disease that was robbing him of the use of his limbs, and doing it all with a sense of humor that was inspirational to say the least. I was in awe of the way he handed it, especially because he had been an amazing athlete.
I had a completely different type of battle on my hands, just trying to survive the 10 hours alone each day with my newborn while remembering to at least attempt to comb my hair so I didn’t look like Medusa when my husband came home from work. Good thing he loves me for me because there was a lot of forgetting. Feed, change, play, repeat. Oh yeah, and collapse when the baby goes down for a nap. Check.
Two contrasting life experiences but my brother and I were going through them together and looking to the future. At least trying, because we were both unsure as to what the future held. BUT, we told each other, “Maybe we will figure it out by 40.” Seven to nine years seemed like a reasonable amount of time to get there.
Ten years later a whole lot has changed. I am a very proud sister to report my brother will be receiving his college degree this fall in Accounting. He was always a whiz at math, so it suits him well. He will do great things I am certain. And might I add, he will graduate with close to a 4.0. He also defeated the auto-immune disease as we knew he would, you cannot hold that guy down. This is a man who walked part of the Appalachian trail in his bare feet, a disease has nothing on him. When did he start this new adventure towards a degree? Right around 40, hmmm.
Today at 41, I am a health and wellness coach. This occupation was nothing I had ever considered. I have an Elementary Education degree that I have really never used, partly because of the frequencies of our moves. Teacher and 11 different states in 17 years don’t really go hand in hand. But that’s ok, because what I do today is the most rewarding thing I could ever be involved in.
When my brother got sick, there was absolutely no help that I could offer him. I would pray for healing, but I had nothing tangible to inspire hope. Now that is all different because of what I do. I can now show people a way to find healing through life changing nutritional products and coach them to get their results. There is nothing more rewarding than watching someone be resotored before your eyes. When did I find this hope from nutrition that would change my life and the lives of others I have shared it with? I was 39 years, 11 months, and 2 weeks old. Close enough.
So yes, I think we made good on our goals. My brother found his passion in numbers. I found mine in health, which would be exactly the path that would help my mom just when she needed it. Was the timing right? I believe so.
It’s not often you hear people say, “Man, when I am 40, I am really gonna find my place in this world!” But you know what? Times are changing, 40 is the new 30 and I think everything worked out just the way it was meant to be. I’ll take it.
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