My Dad had just passed away. His battle with cancer had lasted for 10 years. It was late at night. I remember my sister and I drinking coffee with Bailey's Irish Cream and watching the snow fall (we were laughing because my Dad hated snow and he managed to die right before a huge snow storm hit). I passed out in the early hours of morning...drunk. The next morning I remember feeling lost. It was only days after that I called the recruiter. Joining the Army was my sad attempt at running away from my life. I wanted to start over. Do something that would make my life mean something.
Being rejected from the Army was a blessing in disguise. Things would happen to my over the next four years that would define my life. I would go back to school and study medicine. Get an amazing job that had me traveling all over the state and still be home on the weekends with Mom. I would meet my amazing Hubby and have two beautiful girls....
I do wonder what would have happened had that medical director been there to sign my waiver. I wonder if I would have made it in Iraq.... I wonder if I would have met my Hubby anyway....would I have had a baby before my hysterectomy?
Looking back, I know God played a hand in what happened. Doesn't He always??