Sunday Gone to Meeting
Sunday Gone to Meeting
by strokegirlwomaninthecity
on December 16, 2013
It happened yesterday.
I was not up to it.
And I was struggling with
staying in, or going out.
I just didn’t feel like moving.
I finally made a decision, GO!
I was on my way to a spiritual lesson in the city…
As we were driving, 45
minutes later–about half way there,
I realized,
I left the pot on the
stove, reheating a cup of tea.
omG!
I couldn’t turn around, as I was riding with
Access-a-Ride, (a NYC
transit service for the disabled).
I thought about Dr. Amen (the brain specialist) who was on PBS only the day
before talking about a woman who had left a pot on the stove and how her
children were ready to commit their mom to a Nursing Home.
Oh no, there will
be smoke–maybe even fire–the fire department will be called, suppose someone is
hurt because of smoke inhalation–the apartment management will have to enter my
home and I will be deemed senile, I thought.
I thought about how it happened, (that I had done such a deed): About 30
minutes before my ride was to come, I saw my cup of tea sitting on the counter,
which I had forgotten about and so, decided to drink it, but it had lost it’s
heat. So I heated it up. Then all of a sudden, the driver arrived very early,
summoning me to come down. I rushed out.
So, as I was sitting there trapped in a vehicle and thoughts of
shoulda-woulda-coulda, were taking over. I remembered, then,
I had given a
spare key to my neighbor.
I called her and asked her to get the young lady who lived next door to her
to assist (as my wonderful key holder is moving a little slower these days), and
to please go in and turn off the rolling culprit of trouble.
I called back 20 minutes, later and it was finalized–they had come to my
rescue.
After all of that, I was happy that I went. Not only did I receive spiritual
upliftment at my meeting that day, I was reminded of a very valuable lesson.
I remember singing a solo once as a child, “No Man is An Island”, at a
recital. The lyrics are:
No man is an island.
No man stands alone.
Each man’s joy is joy to
me.
Each man’s grief is my own.
We need one another.
So I will defend.
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.
"No Man is An Island" Song sung by The Letterman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWlMfmsIW8U
by strokegirlwomaninthecity
on December 16, 2013
It happened yesterday.
I was not up to it.
And I was struggling with
staying in, or going out.
I just didn’t feel like moving.
I finally made a decision, GO!
I was on my way to a spiritual lesson in the city…
As we were driving, 45
minutes later–about half way there,
I realized,
I left the pot on the
stove, reheating a cup of tea.
omG!
I couldn’t turn around, as I was riding with
Access-a-Ride, (a NYC
transit service for the disabled).
I thought about Dr. Amen (the brain specialist) who was on PBS only the day
before talking about a woman who had left a pot on the stove and how her
children were ready to commit their mom to a Nursing Home.
Oh no, there will
be smoke–maybe even fire–the fire department will be called, suppose someone is
hurt because of smoke inhalation–the apartment management will have to enter my
home and I will be deemed senile, I thought.
I thought about how it happened, (that I had done such a deed): About 30
minutes before my ride was to come, I saw my cup of tea sitting on the counter,
which I had forgotten about and so, decided to drink it, but it had lost it’s
heat. So I heated it up. Then all of a sudden, the driver arrived very early,
summoning me to come down. I rushed out.
So, as I was sitting there trapped in a vehicle and thoughts of
shoulda-woulda-coulda, were taking over. I remembered, then,
I had given a
spare key to my neighbor.
I called her and asked her to get the young lady who lived next door to her
to assist (as my wonderful key holder is moving a little slower these days), and
to please go in and turn off the rolling culprit of trouble.
I called back 20 minutes, later and it was finalized–they had come to my
rescue.
After all of that, I was happy that I went. Not only did I receive spiritual
upliftment at my meeting that day, I was reminded of a very valuable lesson.
I remember singing a solo once as a child, “No Man is An Island”, at a
recital. The lyrics are:
No man is an island.
No man stands alone.
Each man’s joy is joy to
me.
Each man’s grief is my own.
We need one another.
So I will defend.
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.
"No Man is An Island" Song sung by The Letterman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWlMfmsIW8U