At one point in time, I’m sure nearly everyone alive has made some kind of promise to themselves if they could just get through a certain situation. My situation was not being recognized by the medical marijuana dispensary. I swore that if I could go into the medical marijuana dispensary and get my marijuana products without being recognized, that I would never again swear or even think about swearing. Well, that didn’t really work out. No one could promise me that I would not be recognized when I went into or was coming out of the medical marijuana dispensary. To be honest, I was shocked to see so many people going into and coming out of that dispensary that I knew so well. Most of these people, I never thought would be using marijuana; either medical or recreational. The first person I recognized was my minister’s wife. She kind of chuckled when we met outside of the dispensary, and told me she had been using it for years. She just didn’t want the entire congregation to know that she was using marijuana. I don’t think seeing the minister’s wife was as shocking to me as it was when I saw my own grandmother walking out as I was getting ready to walk in. I must’ve looked like a fish out of water as my mouth just opened and shut. There were no words for what I was thinking at that point. My grandmother simply walked up, gave me a hug, and told me to shut my mouth because I was beginning to drool. She held the door open for me so I could go on into the medical marijuana dispensary and ask if I needed help choosing anything.