Left in the Garbage - But Moved Since

It was late springtime in the mountains of South Korea. The country had been ravaged by war and the woman ravaged in a moment of passion or rage by an American GI. That fleeting moment birthed a lifetime of ….. Stories. Okay, okay it may be true, but way too dramatic… let’s get to some hard truths.


I was born to a South Korean National and an American Serviceman just after the armistice. I was preserved by being left in a garbage can at an Orphanage. And this is my long, long story of repeated Loss and Hope.


Yesterday I lost my job. It’s not the first time and probably won’t be the last. This time I did not cry through the severance process, but there was a time I wept silently as the words unfolded. For the most part I have been a hardworking, focused, dedicated and capable employee, on one occasion it was my own harvest I was reaping.

Being “let go, fired, dismissed, right-sized, laid off, resigned, terminated, released, pink slipped, discharged”; all equals unemployed and without income, purpose, identity, place or duty. A person could feel like garbage or at least thrown away.


We are conditioned to be part of the “master-slave” condition, we are told work is who you are, and society demeans those who are not employed. Financial, psychological devastation is hard enough to work though, but add the spiritual devastation; and it leaves us broken and shattered in massive ways.


Survival and determination has become the antidote to finding a new employer, we certainly need that… but what happens before, during and after from Heavens side….?


Losses have been a large part of my life, and in the recent few years my perspective on losses has changed.