There's a Signpost Up Ahead; Your Next Stop: The Twilight Zone 

I remember this episode of The Twilight Zone. I wish I could meet someone like this character. Oh, wait. I  already have: It's the God of my understanding.

The story goes, an old street vendor enters a bar. No, this isn't the start of a joke. He has an uncanny ability to foresee what each costumer will need. Moments after telling a washed up major league pitcher he needs a ticket to Scranton, the player gets a phone call offering him a job there. The old man tells someone else he needs a pair of scissors. The man scoffs but takes the scissors. When his scarf is caught in an elevator door and the scissors save his life, he understands. He returns to the bar and tries to force the vendor to tell him the name of the horse that will win a race. The greedy man wins a bundle, but next time all the salesman will give him is a pair of shoes. I won't spoil the ending, but the thug gets what he deserves.

God kind of works like that old salesman. He knows just what we need, even when we don't know yet ourselves. Today I started reading a book, Everything Happens for a Reason. "Whatever reason you went through what you did, it was to help you get just what you've been needing in your life."

God has thrown me more curveballs than that pitcher going to Scranton ever threw. Some things that happened I learned the meaning of, like those scissors in the elevator. Others, I'm still waiting for.

I think I know why I drank: It was to numb me as I passed through a tough time in my life, and so that I could recover and write a book and this blog to help someone else struggling with alcoholism. Drinking led to many repercussions, but it was what I needed.

I'm sure I'll blog again about life's reasons as I read this book. I've thought and said out loud many times, "Everything happens for a reason."