I watched these two separately wash back up on the shores of life and experience the rebirth that occasionally comes after great destruction. They were broken. Out of ideas. Finding themselves for the first time and in the early days just struggling to make it through the day with sobriety and a shred of hope still intact. Got to hold their hands and let them know it could and would pass if the were willing to do some internal work. Years passed for them and they have become fine human beings that not only are good within but also live accordingly. I see them take those gifts that came wrapped in pain and share them with the rest of the world. For all who are broken and whose human/living problems manifests in fatal ways, i see few actually receive life's gifts and really awaken. So we extend ourselves to all with no expectation of result but goddamnit, ring the bell and say hallelujah when good things come.
Today i got to be there and see them come. The life they survived to experience and the literal life they have created. I damn near passed out when i heard Lillian's first cries and you would have thought it was my child being born. Nothing will ever compare to the product of life's longing for itself.