"Here's What They're Probably Thinking" by Elizabeth Wheeler

I look like hell. Not the usual put together ready for roll call snob I prefer to present. I’ve been sleeping on a fellowship friends couch, locked out of my own house, suitcase left on the porch. Spent the night in jail, again. Here we go, down the stairs to face them in the oh so hot basement. Ay, yay, yay. Who the hell is that? Look what the cat dragged in this week! Lo and behold, my support has stayed by my side, told me I don’t have to stay but try my best. Take what works, leave the rest. They have rescued me from myself. From tough love once again. From the crowd that doesn’t recognize me. Does it matter what they think? Does it matter what I think? Here’s what they are probably thinking-you’re in the right place.