An Interim Quickie…

A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door.

 The man gets up, goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.

“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3:00 in the morning!”

 He slams the door and returns to bed.

 “Who was that?” asked his wife.

.”Some drunk asking for a push,” he answers.

“Did you help him?” she asks.

 “No, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and it is bloody pouring rain out there!”

 “Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife.

“Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?

 I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!  “God loves drunk people too you know.”

 The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.

He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”

 “Yes,” comes back the answer.

 “Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.

“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.

“Where are you?” asks the husband.

 “Over here on the swing,” replied the drunk.

Be nice to your fellow BirdBrain…we can all use a push now and then.  Now get out there and play in the rain!

 

who what where when why & how

who am i that i’m not enough or is it that i’m too much trouble?

who are you that you are there yet are not there at the same time?

what is a morning without the light that makes the day shine?

what good is the cup half full without flavor happiness adds to it?

where is my mind when i reach for something, anything, to pull me from this quicksand and what i grab is a ghost?

where do i go when the only place i want to be is safe?

when will you stop being on the tip of my tongue and heavy on my heart?

when will the idea of you stop being the first thought each day and the last prayer at night?

why do i love and need you?

why do you not?

&

how silent are the days without the music a happy heart makes?

how long are the nights knowing there will be nothing but dreams that lead to empty places?

a dozen questions

one answer

a dozen answers

one meaning

nothing

god

how i miss you