I remember that day, your first, 'cause it could have been my last. I got laid off that day, wanted bad to go back out, to look to my old comforts, the ones that don't work. I knew I needed the meeting, but fought it every step, stopped on the porch... self and God teeter-tottering doubt. Then I saw you, fighting the fly and yourself, saw the pain of being outside looking in, knew I never again wanted to be where you were, that inside was where you belonged--as did I. Hand in hand, each for the other, we find hope health and meaning. Together in the meeting.