Lately I have been enchanted by the stories of life changing moments in people’s lives. I’m not talking about the epic, huge, global game changers… I’m talking about those quiet quick shifts that take you in a different direction personally. The ones you don’t see coming, and maybe don’t even know happened until years later you look back and imagine the “what ifs”.

The beauty of moments and people that change your course is that they can pop up anywhere at anytime. So on a day that otherwise seems humdrum and monotonous think about how you may be on the verge of the greatest event of your life…it may have already happened and you just haven’t noticed yet!

Sure, you could argue that I am not thinking logically, and just because something happens after an event does not mean it happened because of the event— but thinking about it my way is far more fun!

When you take a happy look back on experiences that seem unrelated, but were a participating factor in life… there really can be magic in any moment. Here are a couple of my great ones :

I met the love of my life directly due to his love for Mandarin Chicken Salad. If I wasn’t working on the patio that day…. I can’t imagine. Thankfully I was πŸ™‚

I am a server/bartender because I am a horrible dishwasher. I was hired to wash dishes at Pizza Hut and immediately reassigned to a more suitable position.

I am a co-host of Category 5 because I took a job at a chiropractic clinic where I met Robbie (the host)… who encouraged me to jump out of my comfort zone and try live TV.

I traveled in Katimavik for a year (awesome experience), because the in school presentation about it was on my birthday…I applied on a whim not knowing anything about the program.

I am not a hairdresser only because the salon I worked for shut down the same week I hurt my wrist… so instead of applying to other salons I went to college (the timing was perfect to start the fall semester).

Life is such a fun and surprising adventure. I wonder what will happen today?





5 thoughts on “Life-changers”

  1. We’re very glad you took the job at a chiropractic clinic! πŸ˜‰ It is neat how things stack up if you really look at the process. I met my wife Bekah on ICQ. The only reason she trusted this guy off the Internet is because she (and most importantly, her parents) listened to me on the radio! So I get what you’re saying, and it’s cool when you really think about it!

    Thanks again for working at the chiropractor’s office. Keep in mind that incidentally, it is your fault that I came to the chiropractor’s office in the first place. You and the chiropractor made a presentation at my wife’s ladies group, after which you gave her literature about the clinic, and days later I was walking through the doors being greeted by my future co-host and friend. Neat how that works, eh? Not as exceptional as finding true love on a patio (way to go, Dave!), but cool none the less!

  2. So cool! I love the salad tale. It is super fun to look back and see how events in life affect future changes. For me, if I didn’t intern at This Magazine, I may not have uncovered my love of midwifery/doula world/all things birth! Also, I downloaded a Skype recorder to record the interviews I took for articles while at the magazine. However, the recorder automatically started every time I made a Skype call. So now, I have video conversations recorded (lots!) with friends and family – especially precious now are the ones of Dad and I πŸ™‚

    Awesome message! Never underestimate the seemingly ordinary. It makes you think …. is anything really ordinary? πŸ™‚

  3. Loved the moments, and the chances you grabbed at their offering, which you lived out!

    Maybe this is why we all love you, SashD, at Cat5!

  4. I know this is long…. but saw this post on G+ tonight, too!

    Ken Starks tells his story…

    I want to tell you a story.

    Stationed at Fort Huachuca Arizona (pronounced Wha-choo-ka) in 1972 with the 40th Signal Battalion, 7th Signal Corps, I was already surrounded by the Middle of Nowhere and about 17 miles from Bisbee Arizona.

    As a side note, I used to play piano for drinks and tips on the weekends at the now defunct Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee Arizona. It had been restored to the dΓ©cor of that period in deep burgundies and cream highlights. Much of the lighting was authentic gaslight.

    There might be 50 visitors to read this story in the next 100 years and I doubt if 1 has spent time inside the Copper Queen. It was amazing. It had served as a hotel, whore house, gaming establishment, dentist office and funeral parlor for the Copper Miners in the 1880’s.

    On base, the gymnasium that sat to the south of our headquarters and across the street, was the “official” training facility of the Harlem Globtrotters. It wasn’t odd at all to go over in July and August and see the entire team in practice…a team which in that period stayed fairly stable. Most of the troops stationed there didn’t think twice about going over to watch them work out.

    I know it was in July because I had just gotten back from the closest place to hell on earth I could imagine and The US Army repaid me with a one year tour of duty in my home state. I was sent over to the Field House by my First Sergeant to pick up some paperwork and return it to him. I walked into the huge auditorium and I almost felt the need for an apologize to the silence as my boots made a thump-thump-thump sound on the floor. The place was dark with only the light from the skylight roof stabbing the darkness from place to place. You could see the dust dance in the sunbeams.

    “Hey, you got a minute?”

    I turned toward the pull-out bleachers and made out the outline of a man sitting there amid two dozen basketballs. I approached him, not knowing if he was Active Duty or Civilian. He was obviously a basketball player.

    “Yes sir, what can I do for you?”

    The guy stood up…and stood up and stood up until 7’+ of him was looming in front of me. Without any explanation, he put his island-sized hand on my shoulder and guided me a few feet back onto the floor.

    “Stand right there. You don’t have to do nuthin’…don’t move, I’m not going to run over you or anything.. Hold your hands up like this”. He mimicked a defending player. I did as he asked. Did I mention he was over 7 feet tall?

    I nodded as I watched Marques Haynes dribble the ball for a few times then he drove at me. The sight of this Goliath charging straight at me scared me shitless.

    For those who don’t play basketball or enjoy the game, you have no idea how physical a game it is. 7 foot of sinew and muscle raged at me and for all I could tell, he wasn’t going to be able to do anything but run me the hell over. Just when I thought my dinner plate at home was going to be broken, Haynes turned while he dribbled, in a way that I thought impossible for a human to turn, and while 7 inches from my face, flung the ball side-armed around my head.

    We were standing just past half-court from the basket and I didn’t get to see it but I heard the “Swish” of nothing but net. I just stood there, not sure what I was supposed to do as he walked off the court, back to where he was sitting. He picked up his notebook, placed his glasses back down on his nose and started writing. 15 seconds later he looked up at me and quietly said’

    “Thank you…that’s all I needed.”

    I had no idea who Marques Oreole Haynes was. So it is with many people we “run into” in our lives. I made my way to the small add-on cube office for the facility and completed my mission. At that time, I had no idea who he was and what he did or who he did it with. It gives “a brush with fame” a whole new meaning.

    If you ever get the chance, go see the Harlem Globetrotters play. I promise it’s worth every dime.ο»Ώ

  5. Hey Sasha.
    I haven’t read many blogs myself – they’re far too transient for my normal interests and activities on my PC – but I would like to offer a little encouragment.
    I like what you’re doing here. I know most of it is very personal, intended for family and friends, but you have a nice warm, friendly, open and above all happy style of writing. You don’t appear to be self conscious about your writing either.
    It makes me think that maybe I should do something similar for my family and friends too and I’m following Robbies WordPress series with interest.
    Well done.

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