we tend to think life is like tv, you know -
that something like this fades to fluffy clouds, winged babies and harp music ...
maybe a meaningful mcdonald's commercial....
when the gross reality is
people you don't know in paper costumes
shaking their heads and talking about their own problems
like you're some kind of after thought for them
something to do in between paychecks.
Not all of them but enough to make what I just wrote valid.
And it's surgery to cut tendons so they can lay you flat on the bed,
holes so they can insert plastic tubes and tape them there....
and respirators.
Not a cloud or a cupid far as the eye can see.
It's started to rain here.
I called my sponsor - she's gonna drop by later
(poor thing having to come to a liquor store to see her sponsee)
she's in town for the weekend - lucky for me, huh?
Yeah.
Lucky for me.
Luck for all of us, huh?
Thank GOD for the Program of Alcoholics Anonymous.
Unspeakable gratitude for what I've found.
Ok.
I think I'm done now.
Thanks for being here for me everyone.
And thanks for the prayers for my friend.