Seton Hill not Seton Hall − 13 January, 2003
Yea, it was sometime around here I think.
I remember climbing the hill thinking of the irony... It was past the Sisters of Charity convent that I was riding a long time ago when I ran away from home, and they founded that school, Seton Hill. Named after Sister Elizabeth Ann Seton.
I have to say that the school saved my life in many ways.
I was a dry drunk, and if you know anything about this thing you know that it's the worst place for an Alcoholic to be. I had no way at all to treat my disease. I was 3 years sober and I had no idea what so ever of how to live. I was moving into a dorm room at 26, and this was a step up from the futon that I was living on at Lilly's house while she dated her man, and all I wanted was to take her from him. I was that crazy. She never saw anything wrong with hanging out during college on a wednesday evening, her boyfriend an her there watching TV, and I'm getting puke sick plastered on her cheap knock off Jack Daniels. She never even thought about how that was maybe a bad thing, yet there I was. Living on her couch 6 years later, homeless because I thought I was doing the right thing getting away from my parents (26 remember!) and moving out on my own...
I drove up the hill, and here was this small catholic school welcoming me again. I don't believe in any kind of Kharmic centers in the Universe, and I don't believe in energy fields that draw us to things, but I do believe in God and His plan. I think something night as I rode my bike past that place was resonating with me. Like I knew that there was some kind of plan and Seton Hill was a safe place for me.
I got to the top, and met with the head Cross Country coach. I wanted to run again. More than anything I wanted to run. That was the last time that I knew any kind of real satisfaction in life.
He told me that I couldn't run, but that he needs an assistant coach. I agreed, not having any idea just how much that the position would effect my life.
I took all that and went from a angry, frightened dry drunk in those years to a sober helpful happy teacher. Hard to imagine that I was so miserable 4 years ago at this time now.
I remember climbing the hill thinking of the irony... It was past the Sisters of Charity convent that I was riding a long time ago when I ran away from home, and they founded that school, Seton Hill. Named after Sister Elizabeth Ann Seton.
I have to say that the school saved my life in many ways.
I was a dry drunk, and if you know anything about this thing you know that it's the worst place for an Alcoholic to be. I had no way at all to treat my disease. I was 3 years sober and I had no idea what so ever of how to live. I was moving into a dorm room at 26, and this was a step up from the futon that I was living on at Lilly's house while she dated her man, and all I wanted was to take her from him. I was that crazy. She never saw anything wrong with hanging out during college on a wednesday evening, her boyfriend an her there watching TV, and I'm getting puke sick plastered on her cheap knock off Jack Daniels. She never even thought about how that was maybe a bad thing, yet there I was. Living on her couch 6 years later, homeless because I thought I was doing the right thing getting away from my parents (26 remember!) and moving out on my own...
I drove up the hill, and here was this small catholic school welcoming me again. I don't believe in any kind of Kharmic centers in the Universe, and I don't believe in energy fields that draw us to things, but I do believe in God and His plan. I think something night as I rode my bike past that place was resonating with me. Like I knew that there was some kind of plan and Seton Hill was a safe place for me.
I got to the top, and met with the head Cross Country coach. I wanted to run again. More than anything I wanted to run. That was the last time that I knew any kind of real satisfaction in life.
He told me that I couldn't run, but that he needs an assistant coach. I agreed, not having any idea just how much that the position would effect my life.
I took all that and went from a angry, frightened dry drunk in those years to a sober helpful happy teacher. Hard to imagine that I was so miserable 4 years ago at this time now.
