My talk at the state hospital went very well. I was pleased to see that two of them were actually interested and asked questions. Only one fell asleep.

Before I went to the group I stopped by to talk to the manager of the cafe where I used to work. We chatted and I told her that if there's anything I can do please let me know. The other was the man who oversees outpatient jobs. I told him once again I want to help. The problem is that NYS and the Mental Health Admin won't let me because I don't have the clinical training. He said I may be able to be assist a group. He said he'd call but I am doubtful.

The hospital opened the new outpatient center. Its a block from my house. That's where I want to be involved in groups.

Today's musical lyric is "Hark the herald the angels sing, glory to new born king." I love Christmas Carols.

There were a few voices running around, I put them in their place.

I was chatting with my dad this morning. If you don't believe in miracles, believe this. I actually enjoyed our talk. This is like the first time we have ever had a civil conversation that wasn't mean or anger filled. The power of prayer does indeed work.

Take care all of you.

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

David