I was showing Cheryl, a resident here, my picture of Kurt Angle and myself. I told her to look at Angle’s eyes. Didn’t he look less than sober? I told her that Angle said he had been addicted to Percocet.
Enter Jerry, a creepy old man who walks with the assistance of a cane because he has Parkinson’s disease. He laughed when he hear me saying that Angle had admitted to his drug abuse.
"Why are you laughing? Addiction is a serious issue," I told him. He agreed, but he also saw humor in it. He continued, "I was an addict but by the grace of God I no longer am, you know what I mean?"
I could sense that he was being literal when he credited the grace of God. “No,” I told him, “I don’t understand.”
"Don’t you believe in the Lord?" I couldn’t help but chuckle as I told him that I don’t. Jerry said that someday I would have to bow down.
I did, however, lend him my ears. I asked him why he believes in God. He had no answer. If he couldn’t justify his belief in God, then how would he know that God exists? He had no justification for his belief, so I asked him if he was schizophrenic, perhaps?
Maybe he’s just senile.