Today was the first day of Women's Bible Study and I worked the registration table with a woman who used to be my table leader about 3 years ago. I've seen her around church and occasionally would see a post or two online. When there was a lull in the flow of excited women checking to see if we received their registration, there it came....BOOM! I call these moments landmines. She asked me "how my son was doing." That moment was as if time froze for a second and I could hear my heart beat, like it does in the movies at a dramatic moment. I was so hurt, shocked and confused in a matter of 2 seconds flat. I think I felt more horrible for her asking that question then she did herself. The last thing I wanted to do was for her to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, so I said what sounded like slow motion talking, "he passed away last year." She apologized but continued the awkward conversation by asking how. I mustered up everything I had inside to answer her and told her, but when it came out, it sounded way too bubbly. To me. Thank goodness more women walked up to check-in so the conversation quickly came to a halt.
Rappelling down a 17-story building in my forties was NEVER on my bucket list. I was perusing social media one day and a friend of mine, who is in the middle of the battle of her life with her son, posted that she would be rappelling down a building in honor of her son. What? What does that mean? I clicked on the link and found shatterproof.org.
Shatterproof is a national organization committed to protecting children from addiction to alcohol or other drugs and ending the stigma and suffering of those affected by the disease.
Through my epic two year battle with my son, the stigma from addiction is what affected me the most, down to the center of my core. The lives behind those addicts matter, God loves them deeply just as much as you or me. Based on our personal experiences we had through addiction and recovery, I want to bring more awareness and change to the uneducated.