…..sadly—and the best sign yet of my utter desperation—was the fact the only “real” option left to me now was prayer. Yes, that’s right, praying the bejesus out of my scared-to-death soul as I target the faint, dying-while-I-type-this hope of scoring a much-desired goal which I otherwise exercise zero control over achieving. Frightening thought, huh? And profoundly discouraging too. Now, I don’t purposefully wish to disparage praying and I personally hold no grudge or antipathy against doing so or against those who ceremoniously “rely” on it in their day-to-day lives, but in total honesty, if you have exhausted all of your proactive steps toward reaching a coveted objective and prayer is consequently your last resort for securing a favorable outcome, I would delicately point out that there ain’t a whole lot of reason for optimism at such a belated stage of the game. You may as well be throwing darts in pitch blackness or rushing out to buy a shitload of Powerball lottery tickets when the payout is sitting in excess of one billion dollars. And if by some miracle your prayer is answered…..who’s to say that wouldn’t have been the natural outcome anyway? Credit where due, but that’s impossible to acknowledge when you have no idea who the creditor is.…..
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