I went to a 6:30 meeting this morning on my way to work. I saw someone I haven't seen in at least a year ( I think). He had a terrible relapse and is now sober (I hope). Another blogger writes about him from time to time and calls him Mike. I was shocked to see how much the effects of the last year show on him. He looks at least 10 years older. He is shaky and shows signs of neurological damage. But he is still a charmer and promoter and still was trying to talk me into coming to his home group on Saturday night... I told him I might be able to make it in 2 weeks. Bless his heart. It was sure good to see him. I thank God he is alive.
At lunch I went to Whole Foods (whole paycheck?) with my daughter to get some things I needed. I also wanted to get some advice about natural anti inflammatory stuff. So, I got some of that, and left with a lot less money. But I feel better about taking turmeric and rosemary, etc. than a steady diet of motrin. I'll give you a full report, OK?
I have to go to sleep. I am scheduled to run 3 miles tomorrow and need to do it in the morning - my son and daughter in law would like to take me out for dinner tomorrow since they are going out of state for Mother's Day. To see her mother. Being the mother of the groom is very different than the mother of the bride. She is a very young bride, and far from home, and we can all cut her some slack.
Thank God I have a program that taught me to love people. Because that was not something I was born with. Some people seem to be born with that ability - I was not.
In the homily at mass on Sunday, the priest said something about love. When we talk about romantic love - we calling it falling in love. But the kind of love we are called to - the difficult kind of love - we have to climb into. I liked that a lot.
I have had to climb into a lot of love.