Last night marked the anniversary of my meeting with a group of men one night a week for the last eight years.
That would be four hundred and sixteen meeting nights…I’ll bet I have not missed two dozen times over the years. Most of us take it very seriously and you typically need a signed note to prove you had a good excuse not to be there. The phrase, “If it is Tuesday evening and you are not here, you are probably in the wrong place” was coined a few years ago. Our wives and families understand that Tuesday night is our night and it is just as important for them as it is for us, because they ultimately benefit from what we accomplish.
We meet to discuss challenges in our lives and we meet to hold each other accountable for our actions. We are a fairly diverse group of men, but when we are together, we are one. Occasionally, it can get downright uncomfortable, but we respect each other unconditionally. There is nothing that we cannot talk about…we trust each other that much.
Most of us have made some pretty big mistakes in our lives, but lived to tell about it….and for that we are thankful and we try to learn from each other’s experiences.
Tonight, we began discussing forgiveness. One of the guys remembered the words to a song, another searched for it on his smart phone. Twenty seconds later, the result was this, the topic of tonight’s discussion:
Last night was special for us…I hope you find something special in this song, too.
Darn. Bad night to miss, obviously. Congratulations is putting it mildly. D.
Thank you….there is always next week, (although I will probably have to be at a Burn Foundation Function)..love ya..