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The Un-Comfort Zone II by Robert Evans Wilson, Jr. The Unfolding Gift of a Sister I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast when I noticed, above me, a nail hole in the plaster where a picture had hung. It was a black spot on the wall directly across from my sister, who was sitting in a highchair busily eating her breakfast. I glanced over my shoulder toward the stove, and ob- served my mother had left the room. It was my chance to have some fun. I knew my sister was terrified of insects, so I called her name and emphatically pointed toward the hole in the wall, “Cindy, look, a bug!” She screamed in horror, and I doubled over laughing. Mother rushed into the room to see what was the matter. After assuring Cindy it was not a bug, she yelled at me for scaring her. I acted contrite, but inside I was still chuckling in satisfaction. I was seven years old. I had been an only child for four years, when my life as the center of attention in my parents’ world ended with the birth of my sister. It’s tough for a four-year-old to share the limelight with a sibling when he never had to before. What I didn’t realize was my parents were giving me a gift. She was a purposeful gift on their part, but I wouldn’t come to appreciate that for decades. I don’t recall how often I teased, tormented, or bullied my sister, but it wasn’t enough for her to fear or dislike me, and for that I’m grateful. By the time I was a teenager, our age and gender differences separated us emotionally, and I spent less and less time interacting with her. I wasn’t intentionally ignoring her, I was just too caught up in my own life to be fully aware of hers. This would continue until we were adults. When we lost our dad to a stroke, I was there for her when she asked, but I was still too immature to recognize her needs when she didn’t ask. Within a few years, we were both married, and only saw each other at the formal family gatherings at Mother’s house on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. Then 11 years after Dad died, we lost Mother too. And, even though Cindy was my last tie to the memories of our parents, we saw each other even less. My parents’ great gift to me might have been lost had Cindy and I not been divorced by our spouses. It was when we both went through our divorces that we truly discovered each other for the first time. We found the emotional strength we needed to survive in each other. We talked on the phone frequently, and gave each other pep talks as needed. In the years since, we have grown closer and closer. Over the years I have come to love Cindy, not just as my sister, but as one of my best friends. Now, I can fully realize and appreciate the value of the sacrifice my parents’ were making when they decided to have her. You see, in 1960, my father was diagnosed with kidney failure. His doctors told him there was no cure, he was going to die, and he and Mother needed to start making plans. The most remarkable plan they made was to have another child. With my mother facing inevitable widowhood and single motherhood, she agreed to have a second child. Their motivation was to save me from being an “only child.” They decided to conceive a second baby, who might be born after Dad died, so I would never be alone. As an adult, who has raised two children as a single parent, I find it astounding they would have made such a decision. Yet, I am so happy they did. Youmight recall frommy previous article, Good Habit - QuestionableMotive in the Nov. 2009 WWDR , that my father, who was a builder, sold our house in preparation for his death, and used the proceeds to build a three-unit apartment house my mother could rent out and live in. I also wrote that my mother, who at the time was a stay-at-home mom, was trained as an X-ray technician. She planned on going back to work part time once my father passed away, then full time when Cindy and I were old enough for school. In the meantime, she worked temporary jobs to keep her radiology skills up to date. It was at one of those temp jobs she came across an article in a medical journal - and it saved my father’s life. She read about a physician in Boston who was performing the world’s first kidney transplants. At the time of publication, he was looking for volun- teers who had to be an identical twin. My father was an identical twin, so my mother called the physician, and he agreed to operate. My uncle agreed to give my father a kidney, and my father became the 12th person in the world to have a kidney transplant and live. He lived another 18 years - until Cindy and I were both adults. Both of my parents died at relatively young ages. Losing them made me par- ticularly grateful for their gift. At some of the most challenging moments of my life, my sister has been there for me. I don’t know that I could have coped without her. Thank you, Cindy. Thank you, Mom and Dad. Robert Robert is an innovation/change speaker, author, and consultant. He works with companies that want to be more competitive through innovation and with people who want to think more creatively. For more information on Rob, visit www.RobWilsonSpeaker.com or contact him via e-mail to michele@worldwidedrillingresource.com Atlantis Vault • Self-Contained • Simple installation • Trouble-free operation For more information call: (270) 786-3010 or visit us online: www.geothermalsupply.com 8 OCTOBER 2019 WorldWide Drilling Resource ®