I’ve been confined to the house for a month. On March 7th, I underwent foot surgery, so I’m in a hard, blue cast that cannot touch the floor or ground. My wife has been such a selfless help. Those who go through this alone–you have my sympathy.
I find myself often alone. Having grown up as an only child, being alone always unnerved me. I needed people. But this injury (pickleball) and the solitude that’s grown out of it has engendered in me a sense of peace and even joy. Earlier, I commented on Robert Cardinal Sarah’s book: The Power of Silence; Against the Tyrrany of Noise. Sarah says we only hear God in silence. And as Pascal said, All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone. I think these two are onto something.