Thought of the Day - 7/31/10

Puzzled, my friend got up and looked in the basket.  There were many bottles of pills.  She read the dates and names of the pills on the bottles.  The date on some of the bottles was almost a year ago, but the bottles looked almost full. 

"I don't understand," she said.

"I have many bad days that bring me back crashing to earth.  What's a pill going to do about that!," I said.  "I'm afraid I'll take those pills and it won't get any better.  That nothing will change and what will I have to to look forward to then.  What will I hope for then?"

The haunted look on my face undid her.  I broke and she took me into her arms, cradling my head, and rocking me against her.