Let me tell you story. A story about a scared boy was getting to the end of his rope. He didn't handle his problems well and had problems with drug abuse before he got cleaned up and got a job he loved. He thought he was getting his life back together.
Well, the boy never did how to learn pressures and stress. He liked working, he liked working hard, and he liked playing hard. But eventually, somehow, an insidious disease snuck past him and roaring, grabbed control of his life without him ever realizing it. When he did, he was crushed under so far he didn't know what to do, and was going to end his life. But instead of picking up his knife, he picked up a telephone, and called some one. He went to treatment. He's getting better, so much so that now they let him go to town for a little while.
Do you know who this boy is?
I've been in rehab, folks. I've been in treatment the past 60 days and am getting better all the time. I should be back out soon, and don't worry, I'll definitely be back. Maybe round the end of Febuary. So keep your eyes open and your boots dry, and you'll see me soon.