He’d long concluded that life was full of roadblocks. At least his was.
So often when he thought life was being kind to him, in front of him appeared a roadblock designed to make him rethink his whole attitude to life and himself.
Every roadblock challenged his perception of himself.
Had things worked out as he wanted then his life would have been far different. Life’s riches would have been his. Love, prosperity and status would have been his.
But his question was would he be the person he is now.
Roadblocks present us with problems to either give up on or grow from. The problem of overcoming them and moving on in pursuit of a goal fascinated him.
It would be easy to give up. Move on, nurture your disappointment and become a grumpy old man, cultivate the chip on your shoulder and isolate yourself more and more.
The roadblocks had worked to make him the man he was. Around him were the few who knew him, who saw him for the man he was, flawed and fragile but always looking out to learn and reach out to those around him with understanding and kindness.
He knew there were others worse off than him.
But he knew there was no one else like him.