After walking out of a lucrative teaching position at a premier district, with no savings and close to a hundred grand in debt, all I could do was wait for my next move.
The day after, I did what I normally do after I fuck something up…I pray.
I started my daily routine of morning mass and visits to the Blessed Sacrament every afternoon. It’s the only way I know how to cope with life when it becomes too much to bare. There in the dark silence of the afternoon chapel, I’d lay open my soul to God and cry.
I kept at this routine until something showed up…and six weeks later a miracle happened.