“What do you want me to do… repent or something?”
Jeremy:
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s the truth,” Benny said, holding up his hands to hiển thị that his fingers weren’t crossed.
“Whatever bạn say, man.”
Benny thought for a moment. He had just let Jeremy Greene, a twenty-one-year-old mechanic on his way to visit his girlfriend, in on the fact that he was God.
“Okay, don’t believe me, that’s fine. I’m used to it, really,” Benny đã đưa ý kiến with a laugh. “But, humour me.”
Jeremy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do bạn want me to do… repent hoặc something?”
“That would be great,” Benny đã đưa ý kiến with an expectant smile. It occurred to Jeremy that Benny hadn’t realized he was being sarcastic.
He stared at Benny, his eyes narrowed. “You’re insane. Do bạn know that? bạn are an insane man on a bus. Not God.”
“Hey, God has to get around somehow.”
“Can’t God fly?”
“I’m not Superman.”
“You’re not God, either.”
The two sat together for a while, not saying anything. Benny wanted to give Jeremy a một phút to cool off. He knew that Jeremy had a bad temper and didn’t want to upset him so much that he just walked away. hoặc hit him.
“You know,” Benny said, casually, “I don’t really expect bạn to repent right away. Admitting things is the first step.”
“What did bạn say?”
“What? Admitting things? Yeah, it’s the first step. bạn know that, right?”
Jeremy swallowed, hard.
“Don’t bạn know that step?”
“Buddy, I know all the steps.”
Benny nodded, slowly. “You can kick it, bạn know.”
“Kick what?”
“Your dirty little secret, your bad habit.”
Jeremy furrowed his brow. “Excuse me?”
“Drinking,” Benny explained.
“I don’t drink.”
“Sure bạn do. How else would bạn know I was talking about the Alcoholics Anonymous twelve steps?”
“Lots of people know those.”
“Especially alcoholics.”
Jeremy quickly looked out the window.
Good, Benny thought, a reality check never hurt.
“You don’t have to be God to know that stuff. bạn could have seen me hoặc something,” he said, still looking out the window.
“I guess your right. But then again…” Benny said, drawing out his syllables irritatingly, “maybe you’re not.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything.
“You know what the một giây step is?” Benny asked.
“Yeah, uh… something about… power?”
“It’s coming to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity,” Benny quoted.
“So what?”
Benny flashed him a big, toothy grin. “Meet the Power greater then yourself.”
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No hàng đầu, đầu trang to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for hiển thị 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No hàng đầu, đầu trang to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for hiển thị 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
