The Phone Call

I called someone that I had worked with But, he was not there. I spoke instead to his wife at the time I guess I just didn't care. I was in a place called DEPRESSION, A sorrowful, dark, and deep kind of pit. Of course I never knew it at the time I just wanted to climb out of it. My friend's wife let me talk for a while, When all of a sudden she spoke. "Don't do it, Dan", was all she said On my own words I began to choke. "Do what?" I asked quizzically As I knew not of what she meant. "I know what you're thinking to do" Came her words like a jackhammer's vent. "I tried suicide once", she said "But someone found me after I took those pills. Only through their intervention, Was I saved from the Devil's will." She then proceeded to express to me That things need to be dark before they get light. I thought a great deal about it then, As I stayed up for most of the night. I realized that I would have killed myself Had I not made that one phone call. If she had not answered the phone, I would not be here relating this to you at all. She made me realize that when things get bleak And you feel so fearful and alone. There is someone who is there for you And that light to me was once again shown. I don't know if she knows how much that call meant In keeping me alive to this day. I have written a little about it, In "Even Angels make Lemonade". Yes, she was an angel sent by God To answer my call that night. I have spent my life trying to rebuild from there Trying hard to make things right. I haven't been as successful as I wished In doing some of the things I wanted to do. But that conversation has helped me be unafraid To write this and tell it to you. I have done something I wanted to do And each time I do, it does my senses excite You see, I now put words down for others And hope they read what I write. It matters not if they like my words Or the emotions that have made them flow. I only want to help someone else as she did Over a silly phone call...that night so long ago.