| Dear Reverend James, I’m going out of my mind. I’ve got 28 more days left to go in this rehab hell hole, and I don’t think I’m going to make it. You told me that things would get better as long as I kept going to meetings and didn’t pick up a drink. I’m still waiting for this miracle to happen. Meanwhile, I’m just crawling out of my skin and feeling horrible. First of all, I miss my wife and kids. They won’t even let me call them. I’m also wondering if I’ll still have a job when I get out of this place. Let me tell you, big corporations are famous for saying one thing and then doing another. They might replace me while I’m gone. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I know that you and Bob are good friends and are only trying to help me, but I can’t relate to these people in here. They’re driving me crazy with all this sharing nonsense. The way I look at it, when I finally get in touch with my feelings, I’ll probably want to drink twice as much as before. I think I might have made a mistake when I called Bob that night a few weeks ago when I couldn’t stop crying about how my life was unraveling. You guys can come and get me now, because I’ve had enough. James, please call Bob and tell him to come over as soon as he can. I am not supposed to be making any called or sending letters. I slipped the night attendant a couple of bucks to fax this to you. I’ve still got this card you gave me when we first met. You said that I could get in touch with you anytime for any reason. Here I am, so if you could help me out here, I’d appreciate it. I hope to see you soon, maybe even tomorrow. Dan |
| Reverend James from Dan |
by Michael Domino
Copyright © 2007 by Michael Domino
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