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Sometimes when you hit rock bottom, there is only one way out.

Orson Bean (in his own words) found his way:

“Get down on your knees,” he told me, ” and thank God every morning. Then, do it again at night.”

“But I don’t think I believe in God.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just do it.”

“Why do I have to get down on my knees?”

“He likes it,” said Bobby. And that’s all he said to me. He stood there looking at me for a minute and then I said OK and thanked him and he took off.

I was living, in those days, in a little joint in Venice with a Murphy bed. That night, when it was time for me to go to sleep, I got down on my knees beside the Murphy bed, feeling like a complete fool, and spoke out loud.

“If there’s anybody there,” I said, “thank you for the day.” I had finally decided, I suppose, that since all else had failed, I would follow the instructions. That night, I slept like a log and in the morning I got down on my knees again and said, “If there’s anybody there, thank you for my night’s sleep.”

I kept doing this, day after day, and without my even being aware of it, it stopped feeling foolish to me. It started to feel good, in fact. After a while, I began to sense that my prayers were being heard. I didn’t know by who or what, but it was a good feeling. Then, before I knew it, I felt as if there was Something or Someone there who knew me and cared about me. Actually loved me.

Thanks to Mr. Johnson at Power Line for sharing this touching story. Take a moment to read the whole thing..it is well worth your time.

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