My good friend AM has been in STL the last 5ish weeks for some work-related training. I’ve known her a little under a year, and she has 9 months sober at this point. Her sponsor, S, is my best friend, but S asked me to be AM’s temporary sponsor while she was in STL because their work schedules would be opposite and not lend themselves to having much time to talk.
Sunday night, Sam and I picked AM up from her hotel, and we got to go to dinner and spend a few hours together.
The most interesting part of the conversation (in my opinion) was when Sam asked us how long we had known each other and how we had actually met.
I remembered meeting AM at a large open meeting. She was fresh out of rehab, and another friend introduced us.
But she told me that while, yes, that was the first time we were introduced to each other, she actually had heard me speak her first week in treatment.
AM had gone to the same treatment center I did, and I occasionally go back to speak at their Bridge group. Bridge group happens every Friday, and it is when a sober alumni of the program comes back and gives their experience, strength, and hope.
She said she remember me speaking, and as we all were leaving to go to the elevators, she wanted to talk to me, but I was already talking to a few other people.
She said she remembered thinking, “Oh, she already has friends. I’m sure there will be someone else I can talk to.”
Flash forward 11 months later, and I’m sitting with her in St. Louis.
It was just an interesting reminder that when our paths are meant to cross with someone, they will. And if your paths aren’t meant to cross, they won’t. There is no need to try to make the universe bend to your will.
That’s kind of the whole idea behind “Let Go, Let God,” I think.