Words we didn't have in the old days:"Denial""Issues""Challenges"Heck we didn't even have "addiction". We didn't have the word and we didn't have the concept. We just had Well dear, Uncle Joe.... is nervous.Don't try telling ME the world isn't better now. 

Why That Bar?

I woke again today thinking of Bryan, a student in my Honors English class during my sixth year teaching high school. Here’s what he wrote me in an email exactly one year ago this week:

I went on my bike yesterday to Maine and stopped to visit two guys who used to be my closest friends from 7^th grade on. Now here’s a story: When I first started going to meetings, my sponsor was this guy named Paul. I only stayed sober for 18 months that time but we remained friends. He was a good guy and he always helped me out. When I totaled my car he bought me one, registered it and insured it. I was supposed to give him the payments but since I was using at the time, I was always behind. That’s the car I did those armed robberies in and when I got caught and went to jail I never heard from him again. He’s been on my amends list for a long time but I heard he had moved away.Fast forward to yesterday when I stopped for gas and this couple started talking to me. They asked if I'd been to this biker joint down the road. I was wary but I followed them to this huge place with hundreds of people. I was walking around alone, totally overwhelmed. I went to get a Coke and when the guy in front of me called over to the bartender I recognized his voice: It was Paul. My first impulse was to walk away, but I knew I’d been led here for a reason. I tapped him on the shoulder. ’Hi, Paul’ I said. “He just looked at me and finally said “Do I know you, friend?”I said, “Ya, you do Paul. It's Bryan.” He looked at me for a few more seconds then went "Bryan? Is that you? How are you? What happened to you?"  We talked and I noticed he was drinking. I got his number and told him I needed to call him when he wasn't drinking to make amends to him, including financial amends. Then just before he turned away I said, “Paul, you were good to me and I took advantage of that. I just want you to know you were a good guy to me.”Right there, in the midst of all these bikers his face cracked and he started to cry. I don't think anyone had told him he was a good guy in a while.There were three gas stations at that intersection. Why did I choose that one? Why did those strangers talk to me?  No one ever talks to me.  Why did I end up at that bar in that line, behind that one guy?  Today I drove back to Maine and made amends with my school friends for leaving  them and blaming them, All this time I had told myself they had abandoned me but really I abandoned them - for drugs, and being a criminal, and going to jail.  My whole adult life I have felt the loss of those guys who knew me in a way that no one has ever known me - until I became someone they didn't know anymore.  I blamed them for not caring enough to save me. But, how can anyone save you from yourself? Yesterday after a very long time I started finding myself again.

Recently while riding his motorcycle with his wonderful new girlfriend Katie they were hit by a car. Neither one was seriously hurt but Katie made Bryan have a CAT scan anyway since he had landed on his head. The CAT scan revealed a brain aneurysm that looked to have been there for years. He was sent in to Mass General and was operated on last Monday.Katie texted me the all-clear the minute he got to Recovery.You never forget the young people who sat in front of you as pupils, and Bryan has meant to much to me in the years since our days at Somerville High School, not just because of the strength it took to conquer addiction but because of the way he studies his life, eyes peeled for signs of God’s hand on it.