Deep Waters

This Covid19 thing has really put a lid on something I had in mind to do.  When we can get out more, I will pursue it.  I am really interested to know the story of those who have been through deep waters.
I reckon everyone goes through them.  I am not thinking about not having the correct change at the vending machine - but unexpected tragic events.  Though it seems to be the domain of all, I am particularly interested at this time to hear the stories of people who have experienced an ongoing change in life, because of what transpired.
We have friends we were due to visit.  They have been here, and we have been there.  One suffered a major health issue unexpectedly.  It has changed their life.  Because it is a couple it has changed both their lives big time.  In some cases, although it may not mean a change of direction it always means a change of pace and methodology.
Why I am particularly interested in such things is, I want to know what it was that gave them hope and sustained them.  At the very least it is an “I’ve got no choice” thing.  But for most it is more than that.  It may mean I can’t, but does not mean I can’t.  The methodology may have changed but the aspiration does not always need to.
Some may see my tumour and stroke as deep water and while it changed my life big time (so has growing old) I feel I still have heaps to be thankful for.  I may have lowered the bar, but it is the same bar.
It seems most of us get off seeing any para games.  In many cases life was changed in an instant.  The dream may have changed but not the dreaming.  I like that a lot.  What could have been the end of the story becomes another story.  While there are things I would not wish on anyone, what has happened cannot be changed.
While it is totally natural to go through phases of denial and anger, they are resting places rather than destinations.  Like in video games there is a phase that takes me to the next level.  It is the acceptance phase where my future is determined.  I can stop on the lower level if I want to.  Few would blame me for doing so. 
But I do not know if I have another second or many years.  My response really is my choice.  I can wallow or win.  I have found that so often the greatest enemy I face is myself.  The urge is to blame everything and everyone else.  But as I am fond of saying, I am responsible for my actions not the actions of another.
I went from talking about others to talking about me.  Makes sense though as it is all about me.  I’m kidding, but in one sense it is true.  No one else walks in my shoes.  Only me.  If I alone am responsible for my actions, then at that time it really is all about me. 
But I want to talk to others as I am like a magnet in that I am attracted to any good ideas.