April was jam packed with activities, so it went by very quickly. It wasn’t long before May was here and it was time to start working again. I looked forward to seeing and being in contact with the people I worked with. In some ways I knew what to expect, but I didn’t know what might’ve changed while I was absent.
My first day of work went by quickly. I was offered a cell-phone to use for work. I decided that I wanted to keep business life and personal life separate, so I accepted. I was told it had been Mr. G.’s phone, but that didn’t matter to me. Charles got the phone reactivated, made a call on it to verify that it was working, and then handed it over to me.
I spent the day doing safety courses on the computer. It was a long, tiring day; but I was glad to be done with them and know that I wouldn’t have any to do for another year. Things were slow that night, so I was able to go home about an hour early.
I went home and decided to examine the phone I had been given. I used my personal phone to call it to see what the ringtone was and how to answer calls. The phone itself would never ring, but on my personal phone I would hear a ringing sound and then a message saying that the voicemail hadn’t been set up.
I was perplexed. What was wrong with this phone? Over the course of an hour I made several calls between the two phones with the same response. I had come to the conclusion that I would have to take it into work the next day and let Charles know that it wasn’t working. I decided to try one more time. This time a woman answered, “Hello?” Surprised and confused, I said, “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong number.”
I thought I had heard that voice before. I checked the settings on the phone and sure enough, Mr. G. had the phone forwarded to his personal cell phone number. I was horrified to realize that all of the calls I had been making had been going to him. I decided at that point that I would send him an email and apologize as soon as I was in front of my computer.
However, Mr. G. beat me to the punch. I had a phone call from him within 30 minutes, and he was hopping mad that I had called him repeatedly. He was coaching his son’s baseball game and finally threw his phone across the field.
I apologized and explained that it was an accident. Once he heard that I was working for the company that he walked away from, the volcano of hate and anger erupted. Once I explained that taking this job was what I wanted to talk to him about a few weeks prior, I went into listening mode. Just like the people of Pompeii, there was nothing I could say or do to keep this volcano from erupting and destroying everything in its path.
In the end, I was told to never contact Mr. G. again in any way, whether it be by telephone, text, or email. I told Mr. G. that I was not upset with him and that he knew where to find me if he ever needed anything. It was clear that this was the end of our relationship.
Shortly thereafter, I received a long text from Mr. G. explaining why I was now the enemy and how he never wanted to hear from any of “us” again. I was hurt, but did not want to fight fire with fire so to speak. Instead, I sent a short text back letting him know that I would always be grateful for the support he had given me the past year.
I was deeply hurt. Not so much by the fact that our relationship had ended, but by the way it had ended. Later, I became fearful. I had come a long way in the past year, but I still had considerable ground to cover. I was not convinced that I could get to my destination without Mr. G.’s support. I was so thankful that God had brought the right people into my life at the right time. He had done it before, so I continued to pray that He would do it again.