It was a very hard day.
I have been helping my mother-in-law pack up her condo every afternoon for the past two weeks. So my schedule has been packed. I get up at 3:45 a.m. I pray, meditate, do a little yoga, get a shower and go to work. I work until 10:45. I usually go to an AA meeting, but those have been canceled due to the corona virus. I have been going to the store and picking up anything we need, going home, getting something to eat, and going to my mother-in-law’s place. I get home, make dinner, do laundry, clean up, go to bed, get about 5 or 6 hours sleep.
I keep in touch with my support system. I pray, I keep in touch with my sponsor and my friends by Facetime, or hands free in my car. I listen to the Bible on tape, or the Big Book on my headphones while I work. I’m doing everything I can to nourish my mind and keep focused. I also need to be aware of my husband’s needs at this time as well. He’s under stress also. So, I’m doing everything I can to remain mindful and focused.
At my mother-in-law’s, I help her pack. She wants everything packed just so. She values everything she owns, and she wants to make sure nothing will break or be damaged in transit. So she hovers and watches over the packing process. She is 84 years old, and it’s hard for her to do the packing herself and she realizes that, but at the same time she wants to be able to do it all herself.
She forgets what she tells people to do, and she doesn’t trust that people are doing to do what she had asked them to do. I know this is all scary for her as well, and her mind isn’t as clear as is used to be and she can’t do what she used to be able to do, and she doesn’t like that, so I’m aware that she’s frustrated about that and I’m trying to be sensitive to that.
On top of this, my grandma is in Texas in the hospital. She’s had a stroke, we think, and has a brain tumor and is in the hospital and isn’t compliant with medication or treatment.
You get the picture. It has been a long two weeks. It culminated on Wednesday when she took a fall and we were afraid she had broken her hip. She has also lost her temper with me and reduced me to tears. at one point. On this day, I had to stay with the movers while my husband took her to the doctor. Luckily, she only had a pulled muscle.
At the end of the day I went to a McDonalds drive through and got a Carmel Macchiato. I then got on the expressway. When I tasted it, it was horrible. It was old coffee and wasn’t sweet at all. I was really disappointed, but I couldn’t turn around at that point, so I just continued on.
When I exited the expressway, there was another McDonalds and I decided to go in. I went in and told the gentleman at the counter what had occurred at the other McDonalds. I said that I had been disappointed with the drink, but I didn’t expect them to give me a free drink. I even got my credit card out. I said I just wanted another Carmel Macchiato. He said “you came in here for a reason.” I said “I just really had a hard day.”
He said “You just have to trust your Higher Power has a plan for you.”
I said “Higher Power?”
He said “Well, God or whoever you call your Higher Power. I call mine Jesus Christ.”
I said, “I believe in Jesus Christ. I’m a believer in Jesus Christ. I’m also a 12 stepper.”
He said, “Me too! I’m a member of Alcoholics Anonymous!”
I said, “Me too!”
He said, “I told you there was a reason you came in here!”
I started to cry and I told him about my day and he hugged me and encouraged me. He made me a big Carmel Macchiato and put extra whipped crème, chocolate and sprinkles on it. He walked me to the door, we exchanged names and he said, “You have a bike rack on your car? I have a bike rack on my car too!”
It not only made my day, I still smile every time I think about it. God is good all the time. He knew what I needed to lift my spirits at exactly the right time. Nobody can tell me that was just a coincidence. I am so grateful for my sobriety and for the fellowship of the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. I hope this story brings a smile to your face and blesses you too!