“Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.”
― David Richo
It’s been close to thirty years ago when I met my friend, Sandi.
We’d both found our way to a non-credit course at Arapahoe Community College in Littleton, Colorado. I don’t remember the name of the course. We were both looking for ways to find and fix ourselves. The ever-evolving list of self-help books was no longer meeting our needs. I think most us very devoted readers found themselves more confused than ever.
My friendship with Sandi is a perfect example of God placing people in our lives when we need them.
We were both from the Midwest. Our stories were and remain complex and convoluted, to say the least. We had been in several of those self-help classes offered at ACC. By way of these classes, we had a very strong bond–a bond formed between two survivors.
After we’d both completed a course taught by Rochelle, we were both made aware of the opportunity to have personal therapy sessions with our instructor. Unknown to each other, we both accepted and became one of her clients. After some personal sessions, some of us we asked to join an after-hours group session.
It was the mix of one-on-one sessions with Rochelle and working with that special group of people who’d been selected to work together due to our similar life experiences that changed my life forever.
I talked with Sandi for a few minutes last week. We touch base when we both have a minute or two and those infrequent conversations are moments of soul recharging.
This last conversation was a rushed one—I was in the car and she had family visiting. The one important thing she shared with me was this:
“Did you know that Rochelle died?”
It was news to me.
There was no time to elaborate.
Our shared counselor retired from seeing clients rather suddenly. In my mind, I always felt that our select group was, perhaps, too perfect in our combined needs.
Once dismantled, we did not meet as that group again.
I always thought I’d see Rochelle again.
I always thought I’d have a chance to tell her, face-to-face, what a difference she’s made in my life.
Over the past few days, I’ve realized my blog is an extension of many of the insights Rochelle gave me.
She knows I am grateful–and so it is.
God’s work, at times, is not always so mysterious.
It is, however, always miraculous.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic, and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
― Graham Greene, Ways of Escape
May God bless us all.
My thanks, once again, to my dear friend, Kimberlee Salimeno, for allowing me to share her beautiful picture. When I saw it this morning it reminded me of the setting we had for our group sessions. It was another sign to talk of Rochelle and express my gratitude to her and all those I met through her. Thank you, my dear Kimberlee. I love you.