I wish you'd have shared too.
But if you tried joking about it in chat with me, you should know that I wasn't fooled. I've been looking for that boat too many times to miss the sight of a potential fellow passenger, even one who tries to duck from sight.

I was courting death last week too and didn't feel I could talk on here. And I was too scared to call a crisis line. I was too frightened of winding up in an ambulance. Even now, though my pain has been eased somewhat (I still need the morphine), I am still looking for that boat. I am begging God to send me one, however remote the chance may be.

You are not the only one to hear the boat's whistle. Or to feel regret at seeing it pull out of the harbour into the sunset. I, for one, would miss our little chats terribly.


There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.