A Shark Bit My Head Off

    I was blissfully swimming in what I thought were safe waters when a shark bit my head off.
     I had volunteered to help at a community event when a fellow volunteer accused me of harassment and wanted to cancel me. Ouch!
     What to do? Cancel him by fighting back, or pack up and move on?
     Both tempting.
     The bigger question was what to do about the anger and bitterness that threatened to grab me by the throat. That would be more damaging than the shark’s attack.
     I took the unorthodox advice of a rabbi, something that appears absolutely ridiculous: love my enemy and pray for him. Not easy, but that’s what Jesus said.
     As I prayed for the guy, questions seeped into my mind. What fueled his anger? Was it unrealistic expectations? Dashed hopes? Also, I wrote to those in charge of the event. Their conclusion? No basis for his complaints.
     Next time I saw him I offered a handshake, which he didn’t accept.
     So far, no more shark attacks. I hope to keep up the practice of praying for those who oppose me or I’m upset with, especially during these contentious political and pandemic days when it’s become normal to cancel others.
​     Because feeding on each other is never healthy.
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​     Photo: Louise Crandall.