Last year I entered a contest- and promptly forgot all about it. I remembered it when I learned who had won- it wasn’t me. Not even second place. But that’s ok.
Real Simple magazine sponsors an annual “Life Lessons” writing contest. The assignment is to write about
“What single decision changed your life?”
I think life consists of a series of decisions, each of which trigger a consequence, and usually another decision. As I reflected on my life, I identified several pivotal decisions, but one in particular stood out- it was simple, spontaneous and surprising.
Like I said, I didn’t win and that’s fine with me because the winning essay deserves the honor.
The winner, Diane Penney of Birmingham Alabama, wrote about “a chance encounter during her darkest hour.”
I liked the article and the author immediately. Ms. Penney and I both wrote about health issues; we’ve both spent time in hospitals ( for different reasons) and we both have sons named Ryan. And how could you not love someone who works with dyslexic children and rescues golden retrievers?
I think you will be touched by her story “An accidental friendship”
and I hope you enjoy mine. Maybe our experiences will inspire you to consider-
What decisions have changed your life? Please leave a comment and let me know.
TWO WORDS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE
By Aletha Cress Oglesby, M.D.
In college I participated in a faith-based campus group. I dated a young man of a different faith, but he enjoyed coming to the gatherings with me and was accepted by the group. We were fond of each other, but his feelings grew stronger and more serious than mine.
I felt it only fair to end the relationship. We parted amicably but he left our group; it was awkward for both of us. Although I felt the breakup was necessary, I grieved for the loss of our friendship.
One evening several of us were talking in a group when a new member of our group joined us. We knew little about him other than he had recently left the Army and started attending our college. He looked at me and said, “Where is John tonight?” (not his real name) Everyone became silent and looked from me to him and back to me. Apparently he was the only one who didn’t know we had broken up.
Finally, one of the girls softly explained, “They aren’t dating anymore.” Everyone remained silent, I suppose assuming that I was upset at the reminder. I wasn’t upset but I realized everyone else was uncomfortable. I didn’t want our new friend to feel bad about the mistake, so I tried to make light of it. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “That’s right,” I said smiling. “I’m available.”
With that, everyone, including me, laughed. Thinking back now, I puzzle why I said that. It was out of character for me, a confirmed introvert, and besides, I did not need or want another romantic relationship with anyone. I was planning to attend medical school, and romance did not fit into that plan.
However, the new young man took me seriously, calling me a few days later to ask for a date. And despite my reluctance to become involved, I said yes. “What harm could it do?” I thought. Why sit in the dorm alone on Friday night?
That night I learned about Raymond’s past. He separated from the Army after serving for three years. He had already earned a bachelor’s degree and was attending graduate school with his veteran’s benefits. I casually asked if he had been stationed overseas. He said yes- in Germany and in Vietnam. I did not realize those words also would change my life.
This was 1972 and the American war in Vietnam was raging. The United States government needed soldiers to carry out the engagement, and the draft was active and dreaded. The war was unpopular and divided our country. We watched the course of the conflict nightly on television news (no Internet then). Raymond was the first person I knew personally who had served in Vietnam. Service members and veterans of that war were portrayed in the media as fighting an unnecessary, unjustified war at best and as baby killers at worst.
And so over football games, church, social events and study dates our feelings for each other grew. He asked me to marry him a few weeks later, but I couldn’t commit so soon. We married about 2 years later, as he completed his master’s degree.
Soon after our wedding I started medical school, graduated and started practicing. He pursued a career in the Information Technology industry. We raised two sons, travelled, attended church. But our marriage was tense, unsatisfying, and distant at times, and we did not understand why. We could not communicate well. He felt I was demanding and controlling. I felt he was insensitive and selfish. We had to look to the past to find the reason for the pain in our present.
Unlike the case in 1974, today military servicemembers and veterans are honored and considered heroes . Today’s veterans feel proud of what they do; less so for those who served in Vietnam.
Military medicine now recognizes post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as a common result of service in combat; 40 years ago it was unrecognized and untreated. There were no support groups, counselling or rehabilitative services available.
My husband spoke little about his military service, so for years we both suffered the effects of unrecognized PTSD. By the mid-1980s veterans’ groups pushed to recognize the service of Vietnam veterans and encouraged discussion about the psychic trauma many of them dealt with; and with that came opportunities for treatment and healing.
Through counselling and a support group my husband faced the past and gained a will to move forward starting with a trip to visit Vietnam; by touring the country and meeting the people, he moved past the painful memories and created a new history. He found a country still suffering from the after effects of many years of war, and found a new purpose for his life- to help the very country that had caused us so much pain.
That trip led to another, and another, and another- thirteen trips thus far to serve on humanitarian aid teams to Vietnam. He served by teaching the computer technology he spent years honing and mentored Vietnamese professionals as they developed skill like his.
I accompanied him on many of these trips, serving as physician on medical teams, treating poor Vietnamese citizens in free clinics. We made friends with other veterans and their families, and with Vietnamese people, who often respected American Vietnam veterans more than Americans do. Giving back healed him as well as our marriage.
I remembered as a pre-teen I read a book about an American doctor who treated poor people in a foreign country. I learned about health care through that and other books, and decided to become a doctor. I dreamed of someday traveling overseas and treating people like he did. I didn’t remember anything else about him except his name. I did an Internet search and found him- Dr. Tom Dooley. He was a physician in the United States Navy and in the 1950s he was assigned to direct the care of refugees- in Vietnam.
When I watched the war in Vietnam on TV news, I didn’t realize the doctor I had read about had worked there. I never considered that I would ever go there. And I never imagined that war would indirectly help me meet my husband, and create a family that brings me joy every day. When I said, “I’m available” I had no idea how true that would be.