Insight

Another part of my life that has defined who I am, are the friends who have laughed with me, cried with me and have even helped me up when I had fallen. I really never thought about the number of friends I have until they came forward to help me.  I am lucky to have the friends that are co-workers, both present and from the past. I don't mind saying that even I know how difficult it is to work with someone who was not only going through a personal problem as large as the one I am going through, but also dealing with that person as they faced the menopausal phase of her life. Oh yes, I let plenty of them know exactly what I thought, while at the same time knowing that what I thought had no rhyme or reason to it. No matter, these were the same  people that somehow knew when I needed no words but instead a simple hug. They were the ones who worried when I was away from my desk for too long and were not sure how to help.

I have my own little personal cheerleader who probably has no idea that even when I see her smiling in a picture on face book I can instantly be cheered.(hi Linda!).

My biggest friend support group are my First Friday girls. The stories are too many for one little post, I think they are an entire new blog. These are the girls I have known most of all of my life. The girls from elementary school who have remained friends through our adult lives. The First Friday girls all get together every First Friday of February, and even if a year has gone by, we comfortably pick up where we left off.  As I said earlier, we are worthy of an entire blog of our own. For now, I would like to mention a comment from Connie. It has stayed in my mind for 2 years, but this last weekend it took on a whole new meaning...perhaps an ah ha moment.

Before going any further, I will mention that the length of my sons sentence shocked us all.  I will never forget what happened to give him that sentence, but I was shocked none the less.

When hearing the sentence my son received, Connie had an explanation. She either dreamed or just knew that in the future my son was destined for a life in the ministries. She told us that a shorter sentence would not give him the time he needed to learn and prepare for what is to come.  Ok, I get that.

I was telling my sister and daughter about the college program that my son is getting into. I am so proud of him, he is definitely smart enough for the challenges of college. We then began discussing the fact that if he had received the sentence that we had feared, he would be working towards parole right now instead of college. Right now, let me hear a collective "ah ha"   Chances of getting parole your first time around does not always go the way you hope, but a shorter sentence would have meant that college courses would not have had to be thought about.

So where does this realization get me?  I still hate the situation I am in, but I find myself pondering her insightful explanation. I now understand that explanation a little differently than I first had. I did not think I would see my sons sentence in the way my friend had explained, but stranger things have happened.

Ok. I can hear Connie's sister Chris now.....

"Lets grab some brie cheese and ponder all insightful explanations.." 

Sometimes when I read what I have typed I just have to laugh!

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