A couple of days ago these boys took a tumble. Their entire blog was deleted ‘under suspicious circumstances’ and they are now in the process of rebuilding. I shed a tear for them and remembered another man who took a tumble and the lesson learned from it.
Was it two thousand years ago now? Has it been so long since our lord and saviour was nailed to a cross and died from it. Not a bone broken in his body, or so the nuns who learned me as a kid dutifully pointed out. What does it matter though, when you are dead?
But he learned his lesson and raised himself up from his tomb, nudie and without crotch-clothes to speak of, and he wandered the streets happy to be alive. Until, that is to say, his father, Our Lord, got sick of looking at him living under an Arab bridge and brought him home. Presumably, it was a bridge that spanned sand.
But I hope it shines a light on your situation, providing peace in a time of loss. I would hate for you to think you are alone in this mess, with so many Irish drunks here missing their fix, though they may not have made it obvious when you still had your history intact.
Knowing me, knowing you friends. I’m happy to see you back.