I got sick as I was leading my retreat in Italy a couple years ago. Really sick.
Sick like you get once every ten years sick, sick like you forget what that kind of sick feels like until you actually are that sick kind of sick.
I lost my voice and the left side of my face swelled up. I couldn’t inhale without coughing out green mucus and I wanted to vomit every twenty minutes. I couldn’t breathe through my nose and my throat was so sore it felt like I was swallowing sand every time I so much as opened my mouth.
So here I am in Italy, leading a retreat with twenty-five people and sick like Hell has frozen over.
So what do I do?
I bargain with God.
Please God. Please if you help me get through teaching this ninety minute class without dying or passing out I will never again ______ or I promise I will ________.
I am not religious at all but I realize when I get that desperate, when I feel as if my life is truly on the line in some way, I realize, in hindsight, that I think if I promise to be “good” for the rest of my life then nothing bad like this will happen to me again. Continue Reading…