Until recently this blog was all about my life as a dad in a Catholic household with a beautiful wife and two young kids (and an ill-tempered terrier). As the need arises, and as my life wends on the path of inexorability, I also write about other things such as politics and the current crisis in the Church as they are places intersected by the life I lead. In these instances it seems, rather, that God has steered the life I attempt to live into the paths of several oncoming trains that either inhabit that world (to my chagrin) or that I encountered (and that I disembarked) decades ago.
Confused? Yeah, me too. Stick with me.
Basically, tonight I just want to write about my life tonight. It’s not glamorous but it’s mine and I kind of like it. And to those of you who have started following because of the other recent topics I ask that you read this too and let me know if you like it. And I thank you for your patronage.
Many of you know that I currently work full-time as a medical courier. It’s what I’m doing at the moment. After leaving the seminary I had a brief career as a television producer. Then I entered the world of teaching and thought that would be my life. I didn’t choose teaching, rather it chose me as they say. After fighting it for a couple of years I gave up and realized that I 1) was good at it and 2) liked it. A lot. It was always about the kids. They were wonderful and I was blessed to be part of their lives. Then I moved into school administration. Unfortunately right out of the gate I encountered a toxic work environment and, never having quit a job in my life, resigned that position. God, in His providence, provided a job for me where I never had even a day-long gap in my employment.
I enjoy doing this but I know it’s not long-term. And the devil (he’s real, you know) gets to me every now and then. He’s constantly reminding me of my insecurities. I look around and see all my friends successful, happy, and making lots of money. Me? Well one out of three ain’t bad. See, the devil knows I want success and who couldn’t be happy being able to say he earns a good salary? I have to keep reminding myself that I chose this career path by my actions and that God will again provide a path. Right now I can’t decide if I should return to teaching, go after administration again, or try to make a go with a job in writing or marketing. When I think about it I have a solid skillset. I just haven’t had to look for work outside of a classroom in so long that I don’t know quite what I’m doing. It’s humbling to admit that but I can do it. I’d love to know that I could find something easily and walk into a job making at least what I was making as a teaching (which, believe it or not, wasn’t that bad). Time will tell if I end up a mental case or land that job. Prayers are always appreciated.
But here’s what happened in my current job tonight…
I typically work on-call from 4PM until midnight. This makes it hard to spend time with the kids but I make every sacrifice I can. It also makes it hard to visit much with my wife but I try. It does afford me plenty of time to pray – the rosary and/or a series of Memorare’s and litany of the saints are a common theme in my car. Actually the past few months have been quiet in this field. Today, however, the DFW area was slammed with torrential rains. When your job involves tendering and recovering sensitive medical parcels from a major airport, rain can spell disaster. Lightning threats close the “ramp” which means nothing moves and you get stuck waiting in the cargo facility for hours. Packages get left by the airline crews in puddles requiring repackaging and more dry ice which means extra travel and time.
Around 9PM tonight I got a call that a package needed to be recovered, opened, and photographed. There was a question about how much dry ice was on hand. This meant waiting for a termination letter to be faxed to the cargo office. And that took over an hour. To give you an idea how the weather affected everyone’s day, at one point in my night at cargo one of the workers slammed down his phone and shouted “Dammit, they lost that dog we were looking for!” They ship animals, you know, and the animals take priority over just about anything else. Then he added “It’s a service dog!”
Think about that.
They lost a service dog.
I immediately doubled over in laughter along with the other five people in the building. Losing a service dog means that said service dog had to have been forcibly separated from his master who, presumably, needed his assistance to board the plane. Also, service animals are allowed by law to fly in the cabin, not the hold. Somebody screwed up big time. And how did the passenger deplane? Perhaps some other passenger lent him a therapy peacock to guide the way.
The other thing that really shot my night to hell was the realization that I would not be able to work out tonight. As mentioned, most nights have been slow lately. I’ve taken to scheduling my time at the gym around 9PM. I work out with a buddy of mine. Weightlifting has really become a passion of mine and I’m making incredibly progress. I benched 190 the other night and not just a max rep but three sets of 6-8. I’m impressed even if no one else is. It’s become such a thing for me that I get pissed when my gym time gets scuttled.
As I was moping to myself about not lifting I glanced down at the scale where packages get weighed and got an idea.
That’s right, there, right on the side of the scale were two 30 lb. weights used to calibrate the scale. Didn’t take me long before I was using them as kettlebells. A few sets completed and I jumped in whole hog. By the time I was on the floor doing sets of push-ups the cargo manager instructed me to stop because it was late and I was making them feel “lazy” and “gross”. OK, so not a complete workout but anything is better than nothing. Good thing I didn’t bust out the jumprope. And I guess that’s something I can be thankful for during this time of uncertainty; and that is that I’ve finally gotten myself in the kind of shape I’ve always wanted to be in. It’s taken time but I’m pleased with my results. And I’m happy to be enjoying good health right now. So, praised be to God, right?
As I drove home from the airport at 11:30 thinking of all these things and wondering what the next step for me will be I remembered to say a few more prayers. Can’t hurt, right? And I ask each of you reading this to say one or two for me as well. In the meantime I’ll keep doing what I’ve been doing – being a dad in a Catholic household with a beautiful wife, two young kids, and an ill-tempered terrier. And I will be loving it all.
*I’ve got a few more McCarrick/seminary stories left to post. Stay tuned and as always…
Pray for the Church.
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