The problem is that if you don’t comply with the state’s rules, they won’t grant you a license to operate.
I’m sorry to hear about your depression. You know, many years ago, many, I was on an airplane. As we were landing the flight attendant called my name to come up to the front. I did. She told me that when we landed, there would be an ariline employee waiting to greet me.
When we landed, there was the airline employee. I approached her and she told me that I was to call my mother immediately.
When I called my mother she told me that there had been an accident that I needed to return. I took the next flight back. I had no idea of the gravity of the situation. My mom did not say.
When I arrived I called and my mom told me what hospital to go to. By this time, I was shaking. When I arrived at the hospital, a social worker came to greet me and pulled me into a room. She explained that there had been an accident. My wife, three children and dad were in the car. My wife and father had been killed on impact. My daughter and youngest son were OK. My middle son was in critical care.
I remember being too numb to cry. She led me to see my 7-year old son. He was laying there with tubes coming out of every oravice. After a few hours, the doctor said, “I’m sorry. He’s brain dead.” I asked for a second opnion. The second opinion was the same. I could keep him attached to a machine that was breathing for him or turn it off. He was not coming back. His brain was gone.
I brought my other two children to say goodbye to their brother. My duagher was 9 and my son was 4. The injured one was 7. They said goodbye to their brother. I nodded to the doctor and he turned off the machine. I watch quietly. Not single tear. My life was upside down. Thee people in my family were gone. I thought I would never move again.
I went before the Blessed Mother and I remember looking into her face and all I could say was as the thief said to Jesus, “Remember me.” For six months all I could say when I prayed was, “Remember me.”
Fastforward the clock. Today, my 9-year old daugher is a medical doctor. She takes care of children who have no medical insurance, only them. My 4-year old son is now an artist and works as a graphic designer. I’m a Franciscan Brother of Life and I founded a program for poor fathers who are in crisis pregnancies.
As heavy as the depression felt, Mary never forgot me.
When you can’t go to mass, just ask Our Lady to remember you. She will never forget you.
Fraternally,
Br. JR, OSF