It’s been a rough week.

Actually, a friend and client had a rough week. Which means I had a rough week. Life got really hard for him. He’s had a tough go of things for a while, and it all came to a head this week. There was nothing anyone could do. I’m being intentionally oblique about the circumstances, because frankly the facts don’t matter much. What matters is that he’s in the gutter. Time is the only healer now.

The benefactor family of the benefit ride I attended today has also had a rough time lately. A husband and wife. He’s a police officer. They have two kids. She has stage three cancer. His brethren police officers organize a ride to raise money to help pay for medical bills. About 150 riders show up, many coming from as far as Chicago. These police officers, spouses and friends do this every year for a officer’s family in need.

Take a bad situation, and create good.

My friend (mentioned above) told me about today’s ride. He isn’t able to attend, because he is busy wrangling with his stuff. So I go. I don’t realize it until I get there, but it feels as if I’m there in his stead. I am his representative in a way. I’m here not only for the family struggling with cancer, but I am there for my friend struggling with life.

Take a bad situation, and create good.

And it is good. It is good to be surrounded by bikes, and nice people. It is good to know that people care. We talk about the police family. We talk about our friend. And, of course, it is good to ride. The collective thunder of 150 bikes on the road is SO good – especially when that sound is a response to events in life that don’t feel good.

I split off early from the ride to get back to my kids, who, rest assured, weren’t missing me in the least (that’s good!). I ride home alone, thinking about the family we rallied for, and my buddy, who couldn’t attend.

It was a sweet day, yet I feel sad. I am disappointed that life gets so damn hard.

But that’s how this stuff works. Life delivers up a lot that’s difficult. It’s by the grace of unconditional love and support that we get through these rough spots.

By the time I arrive home and get off my bike, I’ve accepted the dramatic contrast of today. I don’t love it right now, but I accept it.

And I am resolute in my commitment to keep creating good. I know the folks I rode with today are too.

xoxo,

Stacy