Thoughts & Prayers

I thought of my wife. the way she sang in the morning while she dressed.
I thought of the prayers they taught me in catholic school when i was young. how they were supposed to save me. at the time i wasn't sure it did any good, but somewhere in the back of my mind i was afraid if i didn't say them then i would be damned. sometimes i still am afraid.
i thought about the day i almost drown in a river. the water was so cold that it took my breath away... so cold it took my voice away.
i thought about what it would be like to be famous. to be recognized for something that i did so well, that people knew me for it. respected me for it.
i am sure i went on to think about a lot of other things...

then the doorbell rang, and i thought about nothing.