I'm not a religious person in a traditional sense; I'm a lifelong Unitarian Universalist. "God" is used a word used a bit loosely, there is no creed, and people believe essentially what they want. Personal theology is more of a journey, not a destination. That being said, I haven't been attending church regularly lately. Sunday mornings are kind of nice to spend with the family--and honestly, some of the sermons at my church have been a bit dry. I think I would prefer to go do some public service on Sunday mornings--like serve breakfast in the homeless shelter, or camp out with girl scouts.
When working in schools as a speech pathologist, I do struggle with why I was born the way I am for no apparent reason (compared to some families and children I work with). Maybe I should attend church more! Around me I see poverty, discrimination, disabilities, illnesses, and at times death of an innocent. I can't say that my upbringing was exactly ideal, but my resulting adult life seems a bit random on the lucky side. Why me?
Why am I currently so healthy?
Why do I have everything I need?
Why are my children college graduates?
Why do I live in a country where I have so much freedom?
My luck, of course, could all change tomorrow. Still, fifty-five years of a relatively untroubled, well-fed, and wealthy life is more than totally most of the Earth's population gets. I count my blessings each and every day, although I still don't understand it. I can only hope that now I approach parents with empathy, and the realization that I could have been in their shoes but for some random stroke of luck, and one day I might need the compassion from a stranger such as myself. Maybe this ability to reflect will make me a better speech therapist.