Yesterday I got a call at work from my mom, telling me that my dad was in the hospital. He is an alcoholic, and has fallen off the wagon this past month after five years of sobriety. He had been having chest pains, and was coughing up blood.
My immediate emotional reaction was to be angry with him. His drinking is responsible for ruining his body. He has been told by doctors that if he ever starts drinking again, he will die. So I just rolled my eyes and said to myself, there's nothing anyone can do if he doesn't want to help himself. This is something I've said to myself for a long time.
I got his room and bed number from my aunt, and decided I'd better give him a call on my lunch break. Downstairs in our office basement, we keep all the coffee, snacks, etc. I went down there to get a little privacy to make my call. I picked up a fortune cookie that was laying on the table with all the sodas and snacks. When I read my fortune I actually got teary eyed.
It was like God was sending me a little message. It said: "You need to forgive that person today. Believe me. "
I decided to forgive him for his drinking. The fortune cookie told me to; what other choice did I have really? I went to see him last night, and he looked good. He was up walking around, and he said he was feeling fine. It was good to see him in good spirits, and sober. We ate dinner together and chatted about life. I stayed until visiting hours were over; I don't think I'd have gone to see him if it wasn't for that fortune cookie.
In other news, my laptop charger is completely broken, so the battery is dead. I ordered a new charger on Ebay, which should arrive this week. Forgive me if I don't keep up with my posts- it's a little difficult without a computer! I'm writing this at work and my boss is giving me the evil eye, so that's all for today!