Sunday, February 03, 2013
So, we've had a rough week, the husband and I. He's put well over 70 hours in this week in one apartment (we manage close to 40 properties) and a frozen heating system. Making it especially depressing was the fact that it's our anniversary today, and we'd hoped to have a nice night last night and that too was run over by this craziness that is truly just part of being a property management company owner in the middle of a New England winter. So, today, suddenly, it seems to be finally coming together, with the final test tomorrow morning, but we decided to just take a quick break today and visit with a friend (and former tenant)who is, get this, opening a GYM!! So, off we go to meet him at the new facility, to see what needs to be done to get it opened, and in the middle of a conversation about what needs to happen andwho should be brought on board we decide to call our former Best Man who isa world champion kick boxer to see if he'd like to teach at the gym, and he is immediately on board. The friend mentions that he knows a martial arts instructor who is also coming on board, but he can only remember the first name......as he says it, my mouth pops open and I immediately spit out the last name followed by "SHUT THE F--- UP". Now, both hubby and friend are looking at me like my last marble has just escaped, when I announce, he is some one I've known my entire life, in fact he was my adopted "Big Brother"(which means he was involved with a family member, a cousin, they were engaged, and he was deeply rooted int he family when I was a child-so deeply that when he had his daughter, she was named after me). I'm following the story, but everyone else was still a bit befuddled, especially my husband who has never met this guy. So, I explained. He was there for me when my stepfather was abusing us, when my mother was a drunk, when my ex was an abusive ass, and when I needed a shoulder, and a guy to kick a bit of tail, and I both adored and idolized him. After their breakup we all lost touch and when I was a teen I reconnected with him and spent a lot of time in his dojo training and just relieving stress, but he had developed an unfortunate and serious drug addiction. Eventually, we all realized it was time for him to get help, and he turned to me. I agreed to spend one last day with him, on the condition that he allow me to enter him into rehab the following day, and that he NOT return to the city where we lived and where all his drug connections were. And so it happened-we spent a fantastic 24 hours at the beach and then at the dojo, meditating, praying, and saying what needed to be said, we made the loooooong drive to rehab the next day and said goodbye, knowing full well it may be for good. We had 2 conversation while he was there, and he did well. I heard later that he was very ill with cancer, but he was out, remarried, and she wanted no contact with any former friends/family members, understandably, so I stayed away. Tomorrow, he will be meeting our friend at the gym to set up final details for his classes, and I will be there to surprise him..........none of us are where we were those 30 long years ago, geographically, mentally, or physically, but, with God's help and a lot of faith,we will once again be spending time together training and supporting each other. God sure knows how to put a smile on my heart.