Fellowship of the Fallen
Something special occurred last evening. A group of men came together at a home in
Smyrna, Georgia and gathered in the living room of a friend, confidant and
mentor to many. This living room of a home where love abounds on a quiet cul de
sac in Cobb County had been rearranged to accommodate a medical bed for the man
who struggled for the better part of four months in hospitals and rehab centers
from complications of an aging broken back and accompanying surgical
procedures. At a point during this
ordeal, I am told; he knocked on death’s door.
It did not open. It was not Warren’s time.
His neighbors surely wondered or peeked through their shades
as an assortment of vehicles, from white-collar executive sedans to work trucks
of carpenters and electricians, lined the curves. Surely the loud pipes of an
arriving Harley-Davidson garnered some attention as well.
Inside it was borderline standing room only as we took turns
sharing our experience, strength and hope with one another. God’s Grace was
overflowing among a group whose ages spanned some thirty years and across two
generations. It was nothing for this group to expand their long workdays to
serve in this way. In the end this
fellowship of the fallen stood in a circle, held hands with Warren and prayed
The Lord’s Prayer.
“Sobriety itself is today’s high, for it is ultimately in
the most centered consciousness that we find our power to transcend the world.”
Marianne Williamson, “Illuminata” Renaissance
Bradford Bosworth
April 2, 2015
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