Selrach,
I meant to post my fellings in reply to yours. I slipped and slided, then soared and glided. As a child, chided, those wounds not debrided, in my sponsor I confided. There's a stairway to heaven once you have treaded step seven and leapt to eleven. Each step must be taken and none foresaken. We will not regret the past is the promise if we can only be honest. One day at a time is the gift of my rhymne. That day is today, and to live it, we pray.