This evening I drove up to the Y Trailhead above Provo to take some time to reflect and meditate. It took me a few minutes, but eventually I found a parking space separate from all the couples "enjoying the view." I turned off the car, pulled back the chair and enjoyed the silence.
For the next hour or so I read through past journal entries, remembering poignant memories and wide-ranging emotions. As I read I was impressed with the many good people that have come into my life during the past few years and I felt a strong desire for their welfare. I saw how many good things have happened to me, and I realized how great is my need for gratitude.
Satisfied with the outcome, I ended the session with a prayer and got ready to head home. I put on my seatbelt, turned the key.... and nothing happened.
I tried again. Nothing.
I looked out the windshield and saw what I should have seen an hour before: two fading lights coming from the front of my car, sucking all the life out of my battery. My battery was dead, and I was alone on the mountain. "Well, God," I said, "You've sure got a sense of humor." Fortunately for me I wasn't far from home, and my wonderful roommate came to rescue me. I'm just glad that I have a cell phone.
I love it when mishaps like this happen in times like this. Life should be funny, and not too serious.
When my roommate arrived with a friend, they asked me where the girl was. "She ran away," I replied. In reality, I probably could have seen her 'home' from up there.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Where do I start?
Most of my friends and family are well aware of the difficult and emotional events of my life during the last few months, and to them I offer my sincere gratitude. Without their support and friendship, I would be in a pretty pathetic place right now.
At the end of 2009 I said goodbye to my best friend as she left to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Without going into too many details, I'll just say that independent of any personal wishes or dreams, she and I both knew that this is what she needed to do. Learning to accept that was the first challenge. Learning to live with it is the next.
In some ways the darkness of separation has brought new light to what once was. I have learned for myself, for example, that more than anything, the most valuable dimension of that relationship was the true and selfless friendship that she offered me. Her patience with me and dedication toward our joint happiness was a gift more valuable than I had ever realized. Priceless is the friend with whom you can share everything. Invaluable is the friend who, after knowing all your faults and flaws, chooses to stand by you.
With that said, I recognize that there are still many invaluable friends in my life that have stayed with me and have been a strength to me during this challenging transition. In them is hope, not just for me, but for all who suffer. There are people in far more dire and poignant circumstances than I, many of whom face threats that challenge their very physical survival. Still, no matter the tragedy, healing begins with the kindness and friendship of others. In Haiti or in our own homes, persons are lifted as far as they have a friend who is willing to reach out.