It was a long-ish day of traveling (in my world). Two airports, a cab ride, and the trusty pick-up from a client. He makes a joke that the “Queen Mother” should never have to take a cab. I got a real good chuckle out of his comment. Years ago when he first came to SCHC he coined a phrase for me, “you aren’t my dope dealer, but my hope dealer.” That one is, by far, my favourite.
We got caught up, grabbed a java, and away I went to get ready for the alumni dinner. I’m always intrigued to see who will make it out. Quite often I have last minute cancellations for various reasons. This night a brother I had not seen in over 5 years was going to make it, but his PTSD debilitated him and he just couldn’t do it. He asked me, “to not give up on him, that there will be a time when he can and will make it out.” I said, “I’ll never give up on ya brother.”
That night, like most, went off without a hitch. We ate amazing food, we enjoyed each other’s company, and we got caught up on how everyone is doing. I filled them in with all our new news. The detox wing is open and operational, new RMT, more staff members and more … everything!
Everyone was doing good. Someone made a bad joke about coming back to see all the new renovations… I reminded them they can come down for their alumni weekends if they want to be nosey. Funny men they are. If you can’t make silly jokes and laugh at yourself sometimes…well, you are definitely missing out.
It was a great night, to say the least. Sitting around with guys I’ve known for years and others only a bit, but all with the same common denominator. Recovery and SCHC. Our commitment to our alumni is for life.