My husband and in-laws are driving with me to run errands, and my husband tells the story of the worst internship he ever had as a veterinarian’s assistant. It involved losing a dog, being attacked by a cat, and other tales too graphic for my blog.
“It was the best worst thing,” he claims. That experience helped direct him to his true calling–far away from the vet–and towards another field.
The best worst thing! I just love the expression.
We decide to ask one another for our “best worst thing” stories.
“The military. The worst experience of my life and the best thing that ever happened to me,” my father-in-law says.
I offer my battle with postpartum depression as my best worst thing. I learned things I could only know through that darkness.
I also laugh about nearly failing a biology course in college and realizing the medical field would have to do without me. I think further back to particular heartbreaks that led me to a deep and abiding relationship with Jesus. They were the best worst things.
And just last week, I ask my sweet daughter why she was turning into such a confident young woman with so much joy and wisdom inside. She says, “Being bullied and made fun of in the second grade. That makes you so strong.”
It’s her best worst thing so far.
I love that our worst things become our best things. I think that’s the whole point of living with flair, don’t you?
I would love to hear your best worst thing. Do you have one?