There But For the Grace of God

Back when I was a rebellious, care free young lad there was this regular practice that I had. I can remember when, every now and again I would visit my local court house and watch the sentencing. Defendants were declared convicts officially and marched off to serve their time at some correctional facility. Their lives were now forever changed for the worse most likely and then on one visit it really struck me that there but for the grace of God goes I and I've been only lucky so far not screwing up my life, but all luck does run out eventually, So Don't Blow It! Right now you have this one chance to change immediatly,.. ...and so I did and for the better I believe. Hanging at a court house was great therapy for me apparently.