Years ago, what seems like a lifetime ago, I hit bottom and began attending NA maeetings in an attempt to get my consumption of soft drugs under control.  Part of me never fully felt like I belonged there, although that was mostly of my own doing.  I was a pothead, and they were junkies.  Never mind the horrible things I had done, nor the hurt I had caused people in the pursuit of my high.  They were hard-core, I was not. 

This is not to say I took nothing from those meetings.  I stayed two years, and learned plenty.  One of them was the corny truism that when you point a finger at someone, there are four pointed back at you.   (And as Stu Smalley would say, a thumb pointing up at God!)  Great advice, I nodded a lot, but never really applied it.

Fast forward to last January, which is our family's new way of dividing time.  Before 8:30, things were relatively normal.  After, nothing has been the same.  Tears, shame, fear, stress...the whole package.  It has been a very long and difficult journey.

At one point I realized I needed to focus on the things I actually can control.  My work, my health, my relationships...these are areas of my life I can, if I set my mind to it, use to create positive energy.  Ups and downs, but a slight uphill climb.  Spiritualty has claimed a bigger spot in my life, and I am somewhat less judgemental.  Case in point:

Last December, the son of one of my neighbours, with whom I have a good relationship, got into a stolen car with some friends.  The driver had no permit, but no biggie.  They had a very bad car crash, and he bore the brunt, requiring time in the hospital, physio, and most likely permanent damage.  Because they're a party family and the kid is a bit lost in life, it was easy to assign blame, pass judgement, etc.    It feels so raw, so powerful to sit on a throne and dissect the foibles of others, all the while conveniently ignring the fact that I would gladly have done the same at his age, and actually did.

After what happened to my family, I don't feel so much like I'm on a high horse.  I don't feel like I'm on any horse at all.  And so I picked up the phone, called my neighbour, and wished her son a speedy recovery.

If this entire experience can help make me a better person, then there will have been some meaning in it.  This too, I can control.