Excerpt from \"From Pain to Purpose\"
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I don't know if it's because I'm a guy or I have been specifically wired this way. But it is always my first instinct to do whatever I can to remedy a situation when I know that something is broken. My wife, Danielle, has always been better. It's stepping back, assessing the situation, then taking appropriate steps toward resolution. To put it plainly, The beginning of our honeymoon didn't exactly go as planned. I won't go into all of the details for the sake of time and my dignity. But after a fiasco at the dress store, a missed flight and a wild journey through the wilderness, we found herself standing at the door of my uncle's New Hampshire cabin that he was letting us borrow for the week. After grabbing the key from the hidden location and putting it in the lock, it became very clear that something was wrong. No matter how hard I turned the key or not, the door would not open. Tired and exasperated, I proceeded to try every door of the cabin with no success. I told Daniel that I could just throw a rock through the window. I don't know what my problem is with rocks. But one look at her face told me that this wasn't a viable option giving up. I told her that we would just sleep in the car and wait until morning to call my uncle. It became clear very quickly that this wasn't an option either, so we both jumped in the car to see if we could find a place to stay for the night. After only a few minutes of driving, the famous blue lights came on behind me, and the police officer walked up to the car to let me know that driving and pitch black wilderness isn't an excuse to keep my bright lights on when there's oncoming traffic on the road. After we explained her situation, he kindly directed us to the nearest motel. Relieved we arrived only to find that there were no vacancies. We tried to more places and both were completely full, just like Jesus. There was no room for us. In the end, I eventually convinced my wife that the best thing to do was to go back to the cabin and sleep in the car the next morning before I could call my Uncle Daniel asked if she could try the door one more time, so we didn't have to bother him. What happened next is quite possibly the most embarrassing and humiliating moment of my entire life. Daniel, very simply and very sweetly put the key in the door, pulled the door toward herself and she turned the key the opposite way. The door opened effortlessly, and in that moment I learned the consequences of not looking at a situation from every angle before making a raster schism.