This I Believe

I believe that everything happens for a reason and that God has a plan for every single person in the world. I believe that bad things occur in order for bigger and better things to take its place. Many people make mistakes or choose bad decisions, but do they stop and think that this just might be all in their “life’s plan.” That all the bad luck they’re experiencing, and all the wrong routes they’re taking, it’s all meant to be.
When I was ten years old, my grandfather was accidently put into a coma during surgery on his throat. For two and a half years I felt lost and confused on why this happened. I blamed doctors, blamed nurses, and even blamed the whole world at one point. I would constantly sit on my bed, look up towards my ceiling and repeatedly ask God, ‘What did we do to deserve this!? Why is this happening to my family!? I mean to suddenly not be able to talk or hear someone’s voice that you see in your everyday life is heartbreaking. To walk into the hospital room and feel like I was talking to a wall, hurt like hell, and all I could think about is why such a tragedy was occurring. In the second semester of my eighth grade year, my grandfather sadly passed away, leaving behind a wife, two children, and five grandchildren. Walking into his funeral, I noticed that more people than expected had showed up. Family members that we haven’t heard from in years made an appearance, and it was shocking. To see that so many cousins, aunts and uncles was startling due to the fact that when before my grandfather died, our family was completely divided and everyone barely spoke to each other. It was also bitter sweet in the sense that when living, my grandfather was always trying to reconnect the family in some way. Telling all the grandchildren that family is the most important thing you have and that he wanted nothing more than to have the whole family in one room again, reunited and not so distant. And it was at that moment that it had become clear. That my grandfather in a tragic way, had brought this whole family together once again. His death had reunited the whole family and that was the plan the whole time. The surgery, the coma, everything had happened for a reason. He was the bad thing that had to occur in order to make room for bigger and better things, and till this day, my family, everyone included, has been closer than ever.
Before my grandfather passed away, I believed that we we’re in control of our own lives and that he had the power to do whatever we wanted. However, today I have a different outlook. I believe that everything happens for a reason. That what you do, it’s all meant to be.