Imagine this scene. A woman arrives at Heaven's gate with more baggage than she can carry. "Why afe you still hauling all this nonsense?" the angel at Celestial Control asks."You were supposed to get rid of most of it this time around".

"I know, but I could never kick the misery havit. It's a real drag, but misery loves company down on Earth. Besides, if you'd been born into my family, and married the four carbon-based life-forms I did...?

"Repeat and return, Sweetheart," the angel says sarcastically, stamping the woman's traveling papers. "repeat and return. Into the Recycling Center until a counselor goes over your case."

"How long will that be?"

"Not a clue-could take a week, could take a couple hundred years. Depends on whether or not you'll be classified as hard-core. The hard-core boneheads get shipped out almost immediately."

"Whats a hard-care case?"

" the lowest rung in Divine Devolution. Every time you go back, life keeps getting harder and harder. At some point you core gets shattered, and you hit rock bottom. Finally you look up, asking for help. Maybe even being grateful you're still alive to work through whatever apiritual assignment you brought with you into the world. Being grateful. THat's the first step to the path of joy.

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Something More

Sarah Ban Breathnach

I am so grateful to be sober today

Nancy Jo