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Miracle Jackson
I saw it all and heard the word tonight.
When I got in the cab, I heard the music say "cash". Consider that foreshadowing. The next clue was when the music said, "say it again" and I was just about to say, "I'll never do it again" a third time.
For those of you that saw me out in Westport tonight, I want you to know I lied to you. After becoming apathetic about everything in general, and not having a specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and time-sensitive plan in place, I've smoked two jays and blown four bumps of yayo. I've fallen, but I CAN and Will get up.
God has spoken, read on for thrill..
I'd been taking Xanax off and on, and as you all well know, drinking copious amounts of sugary coffee. I also continued to smoke cigs.
Well..
Tonight I met a gentleman wavering in faith that Will remain unnamed. We met on two major points: Love is key in spirituality. & Don't tell when you do something charitable.
It gets better..
At work, I had a clean and sober spiritual experience. These developmentally disabled gentlemen I work with HAVE to be super geniuses. Seriously, and not only that, THEY WILL BE FIRST IN THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
Read Romans 2 esp. verse 14.
Next, IT GETS BETTER!
I came to tears when one, ESPECIALLY DEFIANT just came over and started air guitaring. Another that has renal issues is getting way better and I LOVE him. Another may not be able to think like your average person, or for that matter SPEAK OR HEAR, but he knows SEO (search engine optimization) better than anyone I ever met on a TABLET.
All that said, I came to tears at work last night, only to realize my greatest fear. Lapse.
THIS IS NOT A RELAPSE.
I am throwing away my cigarettes, and not even drinking coffee, LET ALONE ALL THE SODA I'VE BEGUN TO DRINK.
I'm turning in my coins from AA. Yesterday I got my 60 and 90 days.
Anyways, here's the clincher. Waiting for he that Will not be named to reappear in Wesport, the DEN OF SATAN, and give me more coke, I
BROKE THAN A THOUSAND YEAR OLD BRACELET
FOUND
A
20
DOLLAR
BILL.
I immediately called Mister Crinkle, to get back "home" and pray. Well He didn't answer and I don't have the key. So I called Mike Brown, the local artist. Interesting how artists like he and Kar Woo are always helping the homeless.
I immediately got on my face in his bathroom and wept for joy.
Trust me. It's over. I'm going back inpatient or whatever Partial Hospitalization is at ReDiscover, and then trying to get back into Benilde Hall. I NEED NEED NEED transitional living. NEED IT!
No more apathy. No more failure to plan.
God.
Will.
PERFORM.
MIRACLES.
The miracle Jackson. I found that bill and saw this rare coin I'd never even heard of, the next day or so.
