I found myself at 6am on the corner of Grand and Harlem and I wondered "how did I get here"?
I found myself ready to end it all and I wondered "how do I get out of here"?
If we find ourselves in a place that is too dismal to support life itself, shout out to God from the heart, and He will lift you up, and place you, where you were supposed to be before alcohol lured you on a soggy detour.
