The question of the day is:

Which of the following impressions would you like to leave people with about yourself?

dashingly handsome (beautiful), intellectually gifted, angelically good, artistically talented or superior of wit

I put that question to a few of my recovery buddies. Only two have weighed in.

Kenny, like myself, chose to think outside the box. I chose humility. Kenny, like the good ACIM student that he is, chose love. His response reminded me of the poem "Abou Ben Adhem."

Mac chose angelically good like I knew he would. A few minutes after I read his answer a song came on the radio. It was "Only the Good Die Young."

None of the others answered that e-mail. Kenny complimented me on being so clever. Mac said I cheated because my response of humble was not on the list. Go figure.

I have been served yet another serving of humble pie though so I think I chose the proper impression. First the principal doesn't seem to have much faith that I can handle the difficult parent meeting on Wednesday. Please. I don't think I'll say or do anything to botch it up. Second, I've been given yet another wheelchair bound and tube fed student. The special ed. supervisor didn't think much of the e-mail that I sent to her. I'm not trying to stir up trouble. I'm just trying to get them to see that my hands are tied. At lunch I feed the tube fed child and Jennifer feeds the other wheel chair bound child. Rosie doesn't do much of anything. Now, because the nurse really doesn't want to help me I've got to tube fed children to take care of. It takes a while to get the first one changed, fed and given her medication. Now I've got another one to do. Wish we had a different nurse. She is throwing her hat elsewhere. Maybe I'll get my wish before long. Third Linda sent me the pictures she took in Huntsville. I look gross. No wonder I'm still alone.

On the bright side without a phone I don't have to hear my aunts and Mom bicker at each other. But it will change tomorrow when it finally gets hooked up. Sometimes I really hate my life.