”Yes, my class is Computer Repair at the Tech center in room 219. We are there Monday-Friday from 7am to 3pm.” ”George, oh my gosh. Wow! I just broke my laptop. I have had to go to the library almost every day to use their computers. The worst part is that I only dropped it 3 inches on the carpet and it won’t work. Could your class fix it?”
”Yes.” ”Well, I will tell you at the end of the day the bakery has leftovers, like donuts and I wil bring them to your class if you will fix my computer.”
His face lit up! He had a crazy, one eye, that drifted to the right. ”Are you going to be there this afternoon?” ”Yes.” ”George, don’t leave a tip anymore. This is just great news. Thank you.”
I kept coming in once a week to drop off all the baked goods. It was so fun to not throw away our food we had made, and let all the great guys in Computer Repair enjoy it. And I got to know them all, as George showed me around, and introduced me to his fellow students.
I had just talked to the attorney an hour before I arrived at 2pm at the Computer Lab with my arms full of my last big box of baked goods. Months and months of anxiety and uncertainty of having to face a Judge who would make the decision on how to divide the house. I was officially divorced and still had my house. I no longer would have nightmares of my belongings in a shopping cart walking the streets aimlessly, homeless.
Finally, the stagnant Oxygen thief of fear, fell off me . Brick by brick filing my body with clarity and hope.