I am persuaded that happy people are a rare
sighting. Not to be found at the table
to my right, a British family on holiday in the Med. Two parents and two sullen teenagers imprisoned
for two weeks on a package tour. The couple’s
dislike of each other is only trumped by their adolescent’s loathing of their
parents. They all sit in miserable
silence at a table.
The teenagers hold their iPhones as shields
to block out all those they dislike.
Even being quizzed as to what they would like to drink, brings a roll of
the eyes and a disgusted look at the menu.
The young waiter is holding his order pad patiently waiting. Both teenagers are taking their time
competing to see who will be the last to order, to succumb to parental
pressure. The wife orders a coffee and
the husband a beer. She remonstrates
with him, as they have rented a car and he’s already had a beer earlier. He glares at her and then changes his order
to a whiskey in a belligerent tone to the waiter. He shrugs his shoulders at her as if to say
what are you going to do about it, now? The waiter is now awaiting the teenager’s order. There is an awkward silence followed by an
expletive from the husband. The wife
interjects,
“You’d like the iced tea, Sonya, I’m sure
you would!”
Sonya stares at her parents as if trying to
decide which she dislikes more.
Meanwhile, her brother says he’d like a beer. The waiter shakes his head and explains that
he cannot serve alcohol to someone underage.
The father interjects,
“Look boy, bring me a whiskey, a beer, a
coffee and an iced tea!” He stares at
the waiter daring him to argue. As the
waiter leaves to get their order, the wife objects to the beer for the boy and
he holds up his hand to her,
“I’m on holiday and am not here to be
lectured by you!”
All four lapse into silence after this
outburst. It reminds me of that hurtful
quote.
“Happy families are all alike; every
unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
I am left wondering are they more unhappy
at home and this is their ‘happy holiday mood’.
Or is this, their miserable holiday trapped together while at home they
can exist in happy isolation from each other?
Anyway, what makes a happy family?
Perhaps, like many of us this family has reached the brick wall of
despair. We all meet it sometime in our
lives. That point in one’s personal life
when absolutely everything has gone bad.
You question everyone in your existence because it has all become so
truly awful you can see no way ahead. No
hope for change, no light, no relationship that can be mended. No trust capable of being rebuilt. Most disturbing of all, when not disliking
everyone around, you examine yourself and can find little of worth there
either. Whatever youthful spark of
capacity has been douched by life. At
such a point, every slight, upset, hurtful comment, injury, illness, loss
becomes the last straw. The tiny nudge
that can put you over the edge.
I remember too, the random acts of kindness
of strangers, family or friends that gave me a toehold out of nowhere. Unexpected, they reached out with love and compassion,
as I plunged ever lower down a slippery slope.
They may never know how tiny words of kindness, letters of
encouragement, calls of comfort, turned the tide. Even a look of understanding across a crowded
room nurtured hope. I appreciated those
who were prepared to listen, really listen.
This happiness business comes and
goes. We all hit walls. I can only pray that when you’re face to face
with it somewhere, sometime, someone, somehow provides that toehold that makes all
the difference in the world.
