I started this as my first post, at some point it had to be turned into an article. Some weeks back, about 6 or 7 I was like many of you, in quarantine and not being able to go out. The time spent indoors was a bit more than I could tolerate, I am always in the go, always somewhere, always helping someone, working, or exercising, outdoors but never for this long inside my house. To my dismay, I also knew there was something wrong at work, Oil and Gas was and is suffering, by that time I had to let go people, find positions for some more and things at work were looking very bleak.

Then I decided to brave it out, mask in hand, a bottle of sanitizer, and a million thoughts in my mind, what is going to happen? Where is the economy going? Is Oil and Gas going to recover? Will I lose my job over all this? What will happen to my family if I lose my job? How much is the medical insurance? and on and on.

The place that I thought on going was church, the only place I could think I might get some answers. As luck had it, when I arrived, there was a funeral going on, regardless I decided to enter through the side door and try not to be noticed. I sat in a room where almost no one could see me. I pulled my book and read, a million thoughts in my mind, many more new ones coming in as I kept reading, meditating, asking, looking for the question that many of us has, why?

The mass kept ongoing; I could actually listen to it while in this small prayer room. As I was asking all these questions, the why of everything, I was thinking I needed something to keep on the fight, maybe the why would never come but just a bit of patience and strength. The priest suddenly stopped the sermon and said, Kevin never saw it coming this last Friday, he never knew that at 30 he would not see his family again, nor his friends and he will never complete the plans he always had. At that moment I lifted my face after what I thought was a moment but almost half an hour has passed just thinking, and I said, “Thank You, that was immediate feedback”.

The two lessons I took from that visit, as long as you are living you are always in the fight, it does not end until we leave for good. The second lesson is when you ask, someone will answer, rely on your faith, your family, your friends, your co-workers, your network, you just need to ask.