I have anger management issues. I create stories because it’s good for me. I create stories so that I will no longer feel compelled to go around cussing people out. No longer, you’re damn right, means I have in the past. Creating stories to deal with shit is cool and I recommend it if, like me, you too have problems with anger management. But there’s some other stories in this blog I want to talk about. I call this shit Real Talk.
I was visiting one of our work sites for the first time since contracting COVID-19. Who should I meet upon arriving at the site but the man who gave us this business in the first place? Come to find out, he is also a COVID-19 survivor. He has gone to bat for our company to keep this contract, no fault of our own, on more than one occasion. Though his superiors have other ideas, he reminded them of the sacrifices we made to help save their asses when COVID was raging thru Houston. I told him I remember we wouldn’t have the damn contract if it were not for him. Real Talk.
I just left another site. I went there to talk with management about getting someone else in there to do the work because the subcontractor on this project had gone AWOL. Come to find out, this asshole had stolen the contract out from under us. I immediately called Lucy, my recovery partner in crime, and explained what was going down. She said I must be livid. I said no, but I was mad as hell and got even madder over the next 48hrs. Remember, anger management issues. That was until my recovery sponsor, Dr. JJ, reminded me who I was and whose I was. Like the good church folk say, as a COVID-19 survivor, “…I am too blessed to be stressed…” I knew that sub was a snake when I picked him up. Besides, I’ll sue his dumb ass soon enough. Real Talk.
I left there and went to yet another site. A brother who was exiting the building, as I was coming in, walked up to me and said “…the Lord told me to give you this coin.” I took it, thanked him and proceeded to walk away. As I walked away, I took a minute to look at it closely. It said on one side “…thousands died for my freedom; one died for my soul…” Dying for my freedom is cool but I thank my Heavenly Father for The One who died for my soul. What a F’ing day. Real Talk.
“…Today, I still cuss folks out, and I’m still gonna sue that asshole. But, when I do, I do it in Jesus’ Name. Real Talk…”
Fr. Esteban
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Struggle Continues…
