Reflections 14 years on...

It was during the Lenten season of 1995 that I attended catechism or baptism class. Looking back, it was also a time of spiritual trial. One which made the meaning of the word failure significant. Good Friday is supposed to be good, a victory. It was through failure that I learnt real victory in God.



What happened in 1995?

Ended a friendship with someone who really mattered.
Had never ending trouble in med school.
Got a girlfriend who didn't really figure in the end.
Granny finally crashed into senile dementia.
Left church immediately after baptism.
Got caught in a vicious cycle of waking up late and staying up late.
Spent most of waking hours in front of the PC or TV.

To sum up: what a mess.