The thing about trials is, they come unannounced.
One day, you’re eating carry-out pizza and saying goodnight like you have on a thousand other nights and the next, waking up to the final labored breaths of your husband.
Or three days into the new year, you open your laptop with great enthusiasm to start that new project pressing on your heart, when your college boy walks in from work complaining of a low backache that gets so bad so quickly he can’t walk into the ER. The MRI you thought might show a herniated disc? Instead reveals a lemon-sized tumor on his spine that has hemorrhaged.
None of us plan for these kinds of trials.
No one calendars the middle of the night phone call or the unexpected diagnosis or the unforeseen announcement at work.
The hardest trials usually careen into the most ordinary of days.
