PONDER AND REMEMBER

I was talking with a friend, who happens to be an atheist, and she said something to the effect that these days make suicide look good. Nothing, to my thinking, makes suicide look good. As the cliché goes, suicide is a permanent fix to a temporary problem.

My ever-ready-to-fantasize mind has a full-blown story break forth: Gertrude commits suicide and the instant she's dead and gone, she's standing before her own concept of God. He's big, he's old (long white beard), he's meaner than a rattlesnake (angry eyes), and his forefinger is shaking in her face, and he is saying, "You little bitch." AND, her mother is sitting on his right side, knitting, and saying, "I told you so."

With that in mind, ponder suicide. There is nothing on this earth, in this life or the next, that would make suicide look good in comparison to that...according to me.

Thank you, God, that I know you are my fuel, my inspiration, my need. I am your hands and feet, your eyes and ears, your voice...all of which you use sparingly. My only job may be simply to remember that.

Thank you.