a smoke...

Today I went to visit my mom in the hospital, and as I was walking back to my car my iPhone buried head caught the attention of a woman crying and struggling to get open the tightly packaged box of cigarettes. She pried at it with all her might as if her only hope of salvation lied in that box.
The first thought that went through my hurting heart was, what could be happening in her life at this moment that could be driving her insanely pain staken. What tragedy has unfolded around her to cause her to feel the way she does, and even more, WHAT IS SHE FEELING? Is she heartbroken, lonely, stressed, paranoid, fearful? What's going on??? Just then, maybe the most important thought of all came into my head. Why is her only hope of comfort coming from a smoke, or better yet, an instant gratification? I was remiss to think that when the chips were down in her life, when times were tough, when the going got hard, or as we say in the music business (hahahaha I love that I just said that) when it hit the fan, she went to a source of instant gratification for comfort. Not a family member, a friend, a loved one, a human being none the less, NO, a carefully wrapped, compact, mobile piece of poison.
I wonder how many times I do this exact same thing....



BTW!!! I am now the proud owner of a new 3G 8GB iPhone! shout out to @teenafina, (soon to be @teenevelasquez lol) for the gift. Gracias!