A couple of weeks ago I posted about how lovely it was to have one of my dear readers and her husband come to our house for dinner during their visit to Las Vegas. I have been lucky enough to have met quite a few readers in person since I started this blog back in July 2008. Without a doubt, my greatest joy in blogging has been being able to see the people who've read my crap year after year in the flesh. I have made friends I hope to have for the rest of my life.
There are still so many I've yet to meet. At the top of my list is my friend
Barbara in southern California. For years now, we've been following each
other's lives through our blogs and Facebook
friendship. Her most recent blog is Surrendering Into Serenity, a chronicle of her life as the mother of a 20-something son named Keven who has had one hell of a struggle with heroin addiction.
Barbara and I are about the same age--I'm a few years older--and we're
both very cool (if I do say so myself), classic rock loving chicks. But
whereas I pretty much flit through life and the most I have to bitch
about is the sound of Black Ops emanating from my living
room, Barbara's has to deal with her son being in jail or at death's door in ICU.
Fortunately Keven has been doing well for months now. But when you
love--or are in love with--someone struggling with addiction, you know
you can never really trust your happiness. You just enjoy those moments
that are drama free and hope they last. Fingers crossed.
Like all of Barbara's followers, I've been sending positive energy to her and Keven for years, wishing I could do more. A couple of weeks ago, I got my wish.
Barbara sent me an email. "I know you're
busy... I hate to ask... I'm wondering...no, I'm asking, if you can
please give us some advice on how to write a resume... Is there any way to make it sound like
he's got something to offer?"
Advice on how to write a resume? Um, no. Let me write it. I'm not that freakin' busy.
And so I talked to Keven one day during my lunch, asking him a million
questions about his background--what's he's done, what he can do, what he
wants to do. He was sweet and funny. An hour later he had a
resume. Barbara wrote to tell me she cried when she saw it.
Within a week or so, Barbara put up a Facebook post announcing, "KEVEN GOT THE JOB! HIS FIRST INTERVIEW EVER AND HE GOT THE JOB!!!!" Now I was the one crying. I've heard the expression "It takes a villiage" a million times, but I
think this is the first I've actually understood what it meant in the context of my own life.
Keven's been working about a week now and it's been tough for him, but he's gaining experience. The kid needs a win. I know you're all pulling for him, too, because if he wins, the whole village wins.