Yesterday I spent the afternoon in the library of my Alma Mater doing research. I have a job that requires research, but I have been provided no access to the databases I need. Therefore, I went on a quest to talk someone into letting me have access to their libraries. I seem to have found limited resources, based on my personal persuasions, rather than a real, formal, permission that I can actually use regardless of my interpersonal skills that day.
Being at my Alma Mater, I was surprised by the memories that I slammed into like a brick wall. I had a best friend at school, both undergrad and graduate. He was 20 years younger than I. A young, gay alcoholic. Not recovering. It was an unlikely friendship, but we had so much FUN! And he would frequently comment that he never knew he could have so much fun without adding alcohol. He moved to Boston just after getting his bachelors degree, but continued at the Denver school to get his masters. He would stay with me while in Denver. We grew very close. I hear from him from time to time now, when he wants to get sober, but he always disappears again. I imagine he will be back in my life some day when he really gets sober. I hope that is the case. He is a very dangerous drunk.
I remembered like it was yesterday when I was there. It made me feel SO old and sad.
But today is another day. I am still alive. I am still sober. I am still very healthy for a woman of my age. I just need to stay in today – with gratitude for God’s grace.
So put away all malice and all guile and insincerity and envy and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up to salvation for you have tasted the kindness of the Lord. — 1 Peter 2:1-2