Rehab is no joke, especially if you happen to be a celebrity’s son grown in the lap of luxury.
Those inmates I consider below my dignity to interact with, have seen me crying – defenceless, helpless – not the prince I’m supposed to be.
They say I’ll overcome the blues one day, and go back to the castle. But the depth, darkness, lashing sounds of waves are scary. I don’t fancy this deep-dive in life under water.
I guess I need to be grateful for ropes thrown at me – by the right people at the right time. May God bless them!
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Love this take on the prompt. Well done.
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Thank you, Anne!
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Nicely done, Reena.
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Thank you, Bill!
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You’re welcome.
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very insightful, good story, Reena.
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Thank you, Mason!
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He seems to gain some insight. Now to overcome the arrogance… great story.
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You are right. Now to overcome the arrogance ….
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Addiction is certainly no joke… it is a good thing when people can overcome them. Nice job!
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Thank you, Kimber!
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Maybe he’ll learn something. Maybe
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Hope so 🙂
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it would seem the operative word is this
tolerance
meaning the build up to over dose
which is to be avoided
and patience and care and prayer
your post is very poignant
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