WHEN A TRANSITION ISN'T THE ONE YOU WANTED

IT WAS A TRANSITION I, perhaps selfishly, didn't want to make.  I'd just finished college, had already experienced some positive breaks in launching a career in the theater, and then, Wham! It felt as if I'd struck a brick wall. I was drafted for two years of military service. It seemed that the transition I wanted to be making had just been snatched away. The one I didn't want, stared me in the face.

I wasn't alone. No one in my unit had enlisted. We all faced unsought transitions from civilian life to life in a barracks regulated down to the minute by a drill sergeant. But I soon realized I had a choice. Was this to be a transition to a time of discontent? Or could something rewarding come from it? I quickly came to see that this called for a prayerful perspective. Circumstances really didn't dominate my life. No, I couldn't change the fact that I was going into the military. But to a degree far greater than I'd ever have guessed, I could decide whether this transition would be a time of spiritual growth and even a time of joy.

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