I got to be honest. I been thinking and I ain't so sure that one dream had a lot to do with me quitting drinking. I think it was more of Bethel praying for me. During that time me and Bethel had two more children. I was still hanging out with my drinking buddies till late at night, but I had quit my woman hunting. When I would come in and try to be friendly with Bethel, she was usually friendly back. God bless her. But night after night when I turned and started to try to go to sleep I could feel the bed shaking away. I thought she was crying and after a few nights I said, "What's wrong with you? What are you crying for?" And Bethel said she wasn't crying, she was praying. I'm telling you it was like lying in one of them beds you put a quarter in and ride out five or ten minutes of them magical fingers. And I figured if she was praying that hard for me I had to do something about it. And that's when I quit.
We had a real good life with me acting right, but it wasn't long until Bethel got real sick and in less than a year died. And I just have to live with all that.
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