“What I’m Thinking About” Wednesday
June 11, 2014
The first time I met Donna Goodwin(1) she was in the Macomb County Jail. She was charged with obtaining a controlled substance by fraud. The police alleged that Ms. Goodwin brought a prescription of Vicodin to a local drug store. The pharmacy filled it, then the next day contacted the doctor on the script to determine its legitimacy. The office manager identified Goodwin as a patient, but that the prescription was not legitimate. The frail fifty-five year old, African American woman’s first statement to me was that she was glad to see me and asked me why she was there.
at Zen and the Art of "Yes, and..." http://lawliberationtheology.com/
I think that one of "the" prime questions in life, at least around midlife, becomes "why do I get out of bed in the morning?" Or its less cheery cousin, "why do I bother to get out of bed in the morning?"