Many years ago I was worried about a young friend. I didn't know how to help. I knew my help wasn't wanted. So, I wrote down a meditation and sent it in the mail. When I got home today there was a letter for me from my young friend. It was a lovely note saying that the meditation I had sent had been a big part of recovery, a big part of growing up. Inside the letter was a folded piece of paper that looked like it had travelled thousands of miles and been openned thousands of times. "I have this memorized, I think it's time you passed it on to someone else." I held the paper in my hand and openned it. I remembered the difficulties faced, the anger expressed, but I only barely remembered sending this.
It meant much to another, so I'll send it along to you. I can't recreate the layout, there were three columns each with a 'when you' kind of statement and then a one word response underneath the statement. Blogger won't let me lay it out that way, or maybe blogger would but I don't know how, so I've done my best.
Here follows, on the next post, my Meditations.