History of Sorts

When I was last in Europe we decided to get the Eurostar, from London, through the Chunnel, to Paris Disneyland. Not exactly as fast as the Japanese bullet trains, but faster than anything we have in this country.

You are hurtling along at up to 160 kph, though it feels a lot faster, and then you begin to brake, and it seems like nothing is happening, except for some outside friction noise, and the speed dropping.

I feel like that now, on my way tothe bottom of the abyss.

At the end of that fall, it is something referred to as hittingrock bottom.

I’m told once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.

The question is, who do you know that has fallen into the abyss and come back to tell you about it?

Put into layman’s terms, hurling down the abyss is like having a severe episode…