It was an open youth meeting....and I was blown away by listening to these young kids stories - their struggles, addictions, and some of them credit the meetings for keeping them on the right track. I felt so stupid and petty about my shit compared to these people. They have real problems and it's sad to hear. But they have such courage for attending and sharing their stories. And maybe these meetings are a lifeline to them??
My friend and I had a long discussion afterwards and I hope me going helped him a little? I don't know....but I am so glad I went. I experienced something new and different. Isn't that what life is all about? It may not be going to a new city or trying new foods. But I'm learning about other people and maybe I should shut up and stop complaining....Mom would approve of this.