It's Easter, and I would like to share this with you.  I always think of this day this time of year. I posted this a few years ago, but thought it may be worth sharing again. It's a small Easter miracle, but it's mine.

When I glance back to Easters in my rear view mirror, I see my most memorable one, Easter 1992, which I spent living and working in Jefferson City, Missouri at a great radio station, KLIK. I was doing the morning show there and having great success. - At work. But all was not good. – In life.

In those days I had a worthy adversary. - Me. I was tired of living there and was sad thinking others had a much better life than me. I was spending way too much time in my condo alone weary, feeling I didn't have anyone to talk about it with. Truth is, some of my problems were of my own doing and I knew it of course, which didn’t help. Funny, it's all a blur now. And even though it was clearly out of focus for me at the time the loneliness hurt. And much my problem was self-inflicted, which to me is the worst kind.

Then two things happened that helped turned the tide. I met Dr. John. A great counselor that gave me time, a comfy chair, and a suggestion there was a different way of looking at things. And secondly, there was Easter morning 1992 when I decided to take just myself, complete with battered pride out to enjoy the holiday at the good Dr.’s suggestion. I drove to a great place called Tan- Tara Resort at the Lake Of The Ozarks to splurge on a fancy brunch. Behind the wheel during the hour drive, there was no way to know it was an important journey that would build a bridge over the wide crevasse, and start to connect the hurting parts of me that were out of focus at the time.

I asked for the best table overlooking the lake and marina. I bought a paper, a Bloody Mary (or two), and ordered the brunch. I sat there for a few hours, watching people and families come and go, feeling the power of a communal activity on such a special day. The sun reflected off the blue lake, with boats coming and going. I spoke with some casually but moreover, the day spoke to me directly.

I drove home at days end with much of the weight of many proceeding days off my shoulders. It was not a cure, but a turning point like Easter itself. I thought enough of myself to venture out on a trek of solitude on the perfect holiday to do so.  All the while the irony played out right in front of me. Learning that the watershed moment of beating being lonely, was - being alone - on that day, in that place, at that moment. It was Easter and though it was a small miracle, it was mine.

Shortly after that, positive things started to happen. I moved to Florida, and waves of new people started pouring into my life. That continues today, as I moved back home to Northeast Ohio in 2001 after being 20 years on the road. I knew many great people in Jefferson City then, but it was just a time in life when many things were changing for others, and seemingly not for me. I was wrong.

There is a certain level of spirituality within me, and in most I suspect. Spirituality to me feels like "a search,” for answers to an endless array of questions of life’s proposes. Dr. John taught me something about myself I didn't know at that time. That I am a curious person, and to strike out fearlessly and find answers to things I was wondering.  He was right. I am forever thankful for the good doctor, and for that Easter morning.

And for you, allowing me to share a small Easter miracle with you. Happy Easter.

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