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In Response to RE: Friendships that are determined by time and distance... by foxieblue
It has been said that when we need a lesson a teacher will appear. I think "angel" can be substituted for "teacher".
Many years ago I was going though a very bad time and I was seeking professional help. My therapist suggested I attend some support groups and gave me a list of Adult Children of Alcoholics, Codependents Anonymous and Al-Anon meetings. I thought I had a crazy therapist because I was certain I knew no alcoholics. My parents didn't even drink. After neglecting his advice for several weeks I finally promised to give it a try and I went to an ACoA meeting. I was amazed that, even though I never opened my mouth, it seemed the others were talking about me and what I was feeling.
Since I seem to have an addictive personality I went to more meetings. At one of those it was announced that a new group was forming that would meet on Friday evening. As I had noticed that I seemed to have more problems during the weekend, I put it on my agenda to attend that meeting.
When I arrived I found only one person there, and it was someone who, on the surface, was totally different from me. She was half my age, dressed entirely in black, including hair and eyes, and with multiple piercings. After finding we were the only two there we began to talk and found we did, in fact, have a lot in common.
The next day my husband and I, along with another couple, took our sail boat out on the lake for a day of fun and sun. Judy and I decided there was a bit too much sun, so we stayed down below and just talked. We also became in charge of the beer, handing it out to our husbands. Somewhere along the line I started to count the beers I was handing out and the empty cans coming back. There was a huge pile and Judy and I were drinking Cokes. Realization began to strike.
I won't go into what happened for the rest of the evening but I began to put things together that I had heard from my therapist and I had heard from the meetings and I was overwhelmed.
The next morning I was still trying to put things together when my husband appeared and suggested we go to church. I was in no shape to sit quietly in chuch, especially with my husband, and pretend that everything was OK. All those voices in my head were screaming that I needed to "do something". This was magnified when I realized that my step-son was living with us and I felt responsible for him too. I thought of all those ACoA's at those meetings.
It was Sunday and no meetings were scheduled so I looked up Al-Anon in the phone book. The first thing I got was a recording but it gave another number for emergencies, so I dialed that one too.
The phone was answered and I began to attempt to explain what was going on. The voice on the other end of the phone said "Patty, is that you?. It was the pierced girl from Friday night. We talked for over an hour and she helped me so much, first to calm down and then to begin to make a plan to take care of myself so that I could be there for my step-son too.
I was lucky, in that for several years she became a very good friend, until she moved to another city and we lost contact, but I know she was my "angel" that weekend.