They’d rearrange files. Scan documents, Clean out filing cabinets. Boring work that no one else seemed to have time to get to. But they seemed to enjoy it. Once in a while they’d play pranks on the staff. Everyone liked having them around. Those were fun days.
As they grew older each went her own way. One joined the military, finished her degree, and eventually married the right guy. The other took a more adventurous route before finally turning things around. Now she's in college studying medicine, and raising her children. Both doing well.
Their lives are unfolding much better than mine did at their age. And I’m proud of them both.
And now, déjà vu when my 16 granddaughter showed up for work this morning.
Having her here reminded me that the blessings of recovery keep on coming.
Having her here reminded me that the blessings of recovery keep on coming.
