My turn: Rock bottom good place for life to pick up

As I kneeled before the Blessed Sacrament at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Day, I thought, “When we hit rock-bottom, that means there’s a rock at the bottom, right?”

A rock, or better yet, a foundation. According to the Bible, the house of he who builds it on a rock won’t collapse. And so, I thought, that rock at the bottom can become the cornerstone to help us pick ourselves up.

Needless to say, 2010 was kind of a rock-bottom year, but now that we’re almost through the first week of 2011, I’m not going to say good riddance to 2010 that fast. Instead, doors that closed will serve as arrows to new doors opening in 2011 and rejections of 2010 are pointing to new opportunities in 2011.

In 2010, we had a wedding, a funeral and a baby – and a lot of drama in between. We unexpectedly lost Uncle Nacho in May but before the holidays, my first grandchild, Giovanni, arrived. Our annual Rodriguez family camping trip to Buffalo Springs was rained out on the Fourth of July weekend and I spent four months back with my parents until we finally found a place, which, thankfully, I’m very happy with.

2011 is looking like a rainbow after a storm.