Something happened yesterday that I didn’t think would for a very long time. I hadn’t even let myself hope that it could. Now, that jinx mojo is raising it’s ugly head, so to avoid it as best as I can, we will speak hypothetically.

This ‘thing’ actually hasn’t really happened yet. If it were to, hypothetically, it would happen Monday, Monday morning to be exact, about the same time that public school around here opens.

Let’s say there was a boy, a teenaged boy who suffered so severely from panic attacks, anxiety and depression, and obsessive behavior that his parents were forced to withdraw him from his hypothetical high school back in February.

Then they hypothetically enrolled him in a homeschool program , taking classes online, where he could make up the work he missed in public school, and hypothetically stay on track to graduate with his peers were he able to one day return to his high school.

The homeschool program was seen as the perfect solution, taking this hypothetical boy out of the stress inducing classroom setting, away from unsympathetic teachers and adminstrators who only made the hypothetical situation worse.

As many hypothetically ideal situations turn out, this was not the panacea the hypothetical parents had hoped for, and the hypothetical boy fell further and further behind.

All the while the boy was visiting a very nice, hypothetical doctor who was able to restore some trust the boy had lost in authority figures. And some progress was made, until as in many good stories, bad luck struck.

The nice, trustworthy hypothetical doctor moved. Not just to a different city, but to a different state. Enter a new hypothetical doctor who changed around hypothetical medications, stopped a few, added a few, and forced the hypothetical teenager and his parents to change how they thought about and reacted to certain hypothetical triggers.

These parents, their son and doctor talked about hypothetically returning to school gradually, over several more months, maybe full time by the first of the year.

Then the hypothetical boy turned 16 and his lifelong desire to drive a car, a car of his own, on his own could not be fulfilled if he was not enrolled and active in a recognized education program. Motivation to return to school was greatly increased. A dangling carrot had materialized in the guise of an official looking, plastic, holographic card issued by the hypothetical DMV.

Weeks went by, hypothetical doctor appointments were attended, a second hypothetical doctor was added to the mix for the teen and his hypothetically overwhelmed mother. Progress was seen, panic attacks occurred less often, stress levels fell, the hypothetical teen was improving and improving quickly. He wanted his license and was willing to do what was asked.

On a recent Friday the boy hypothetically announced he wanted to go back to school, the following Monday. Luckily, the boy and his parents had an appointment that same day with his hypothetical doctor.

While the hypothetical teen’s hypothetical parents had many reservations, the boy’s lead doctor worried that if they let this opportunity slip by, it might not come back again for a long time. Now was the time to try again as a full-time student in a hypothetical full-time school.

That same afternoon, the hypothetical father and his newly motivated son went to visit his hypothetical school in the hopes of finding once helpful, yet hypothetical administrators still preparing for the opening of classes.

Hands were shaken, papers were filled out, promises made, and hypothetical plans drawn. With a lot of hard work and some small measure of luck, hypothetically the boy could still graduate with his peer class. It won’t be easy, but, hypothetically, it could happen.

So, come Monday morning, the hypothetical mother will return to her job, and the  hypothetical father will gather his hypothetical son into the family car and drive him to his hypothetical high school.

With a great deal of newly acquired resolve, hopefully the boy will find high school not so scary now. This is all hypothetical of course.

And, most importantly, you never heard any of this from me!