Blog for November 10th, 2025
1500 Miles
Another eventful week. On the one hand, it’s been a bit mellow around here, at my house. My Love has been working on his Model A, and I’ve been working on purging cabinets, cleaning and organizing. On the other hand, I’ve worked steps with sponsees, made plane reservations on the spur of the moment and then changed them again. And I zoomed with sponsees on Sunday.
One of my sponsees was crashed into when she was turning and it was a hit and run, I guess the car is drivable but needs work. She is low income so that will not be easy. But the worst thing of all this week – is the reason for the plane ticket. My sponsee that lives 1500 miles from me called and said that her thirty-three-year-old son had passed away at her house. He was in bed and tried to shoot dope into his neck and it killed him. This is so heart breaking and all I wanted to do was go hug her.
So, I booked a flight out for this weekend, but she had texted me that the services are next weekend, so I changed my flight and the whole time, praying that my flight will not be canceled due to government shutdown. Ugh! All I want to do is hug her. There are no words, no magic wand to bring him back. All we can do for our people who are in pain and need is pray for them, pray for comfort and peace and hug them. And I plan to cook while I’m there too. Cooking and feeding people in times of distress and pain is my love language, it’s what I do.
Because you know there will be plenty of people around, they have a few adult children who live near them and other families flying in from out of state. I don’t want to be in the way, I just want to hug her. Show my love and support. If there’s nothing else my program has taught me, it’s that I am powerless. Everything always circles back to the first step. Prayers and hugs is all I have. And food.
And this very morning my son called, he is living about 170 miles away, and he told me that my sweet sixteen-year-old grandson’s good friend died last night in a truck accident. He was thrown from the vehicle and died instantly, only sixteen years old. And that reminded me of a time when I was sixteen and sitting on the edge in the back of truck with a bunch of friends and we were off roading and spinning donuts. I was high on LSD and closed my eyes and felt the breeze, like I was flying. If not for my good friend, Kathy, who grabbed my legs and pulled me back in the truck, I too would be dead from a similar experience.
I believe my God spared me for a reason and I hope and pray that I am living that reason. Carrying the message of hope to the still suffering addict. To love and comfort those in pain and need, like my sponsee and grandson. Lord, help them all.
Question of the Week: What do you do for your loved ones when they are in pain and need?
