Last Blog, I talked about ‘Radical Vulnerability’ and dealing with the hard facts and ugly truths of our lives. Two weeks ago, I tested positive for COVID 19. Just Damn. I immediately thought of the people with whom I had been in contact. They need to be notified of this positive test result. Time to get busy.
I contacted folks and received well wishes and expressions of support. I was thankful. One of the people I needed to contact was a business partner who is a brother. Over the next week, I received neither words of encouragement nor support from said partner. That was until I began getting daily text messages, phone calls and emails from him about an unresolved invoice. Not a word about my fight with a once-in-a-century life-threating virus. I am battling this virus and he’s blowing me up over a damn $600 business transaction. Just Damn.
Then my life partner chimed in. Kathleen and I are part of a couple’s recovery group. The group is predominantly white. Kathleen is white. I don’t like most people in this group and believe many of them are racist. Kathleen reminded me of the people in this group who have inquired about my health and wished me well in my battle with COVID. Just Damn. The brother, my so-called business partner, doesn’t give a damn about my health and well being but the white people I don’t like and feel are racist have the human decency and common courtesy to pray for me and wish me well. Just Damn.
I’m glad I am one of the blessed ones who by the grace of God has a story of beating COVID 19. I have a beautiful and loving life partner and loving friends and family praying with me and for me. Yep, truly blessed. But Just Damn.
“…Some days seems like it just doesn’t fucking pay to get out of bed…”
Hunter
The Struggle Continues…
