This was new and ugly. Fran confronted him, telling him he needed to turn himself in to police, that he had gone too far, that he had truly lost himself this time. DeAndre pleaded for the chance to get clean first, to sober up before surrendering and going to City Jail. He did not want to detox in pretrial detention; he couldn’t stomach the thought of being sick in those spartan, unforgiving surroundings. Once sober, he would surrender, and he asked his mother to ask me if I would go with him to court. Ask him yourself, Fran told him. Can’t, he told her. I’m ashamed.
All one has to do is start helping others. The environment political corruption economical poverty and corruption. Take a stand. You do not need help from the good things you learned from your religion (which I were taught by just regular old atheist who prefer the label of Human) it is not rocket science or bar tending.
Might I ask what made it so difficult to “get out of yourself”? Perhaps I do not understand your meaning. Peace needs no help fro humans who blindly believe that a viscous horrifying war neefs to take place and after billions have died the ones taught from the right book will be placed in paradise for ever
They will be the cause of the whole damn thing.