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Written By My Sister

“How My Cat Taught Me About A Higher Power”

By Cindy Persico



Like most of us I struggle with the concept of “Higher Power” or H.P. and my understanding has grown thankfully over the years that on most days I can feel centered and well-cared for by this Higher Power thanks to Alanon.

That isn’t always the case.

In 2003 my brother-in-law was killed in a car accident. Watching my sister, Joy, struggle with her grief has been particularly painful and has called into question again how to make sense out of things that seem so senseless.

What good can come from this?

Hello, God, Are you still there?

Will you take care of Joy? She’s so scared and sure this isn’t what should be happening at all.

One day I had to take Eunice, my cat, to the vet.

She shivered, and shook, and cried, certain this couldn’t possibly be what should be happening at all. I reassured her as best I could; yet again had a flash that this is exactly how life feels sometimes. I’m sure that whatever is happening is all wrong and yet it’s the best thing for my growth, though it may hurt temporarily. I can even think ole H.P. is making a mistake or forget to care for me when that is exactly the opposite of what is happening.

Thanks, Eunice and H.P. for these simple ways to grasp the idea that maybe, just maybe, I can breathe easier knowing “God’s Gotcha,” Joy - - - - and me and Eunice, too.

One Day At A Time.

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