In just the right place, at just the right time,
He caught my eye and called me.
“I’d like you to meet a friend of mine.
He really needs somebody.”
He said “I kinda need some help.
I’m wondering what you got.
I haven’t much, but three days clean
But for me that’s quite a lot.”
I said, “What’s up, my name is Don,
I’ve been where you are too,
I should be gone to prison
But today I’ll stand with you.”
We spoke the language addicts do
And quickly made a bond
He asked me how I got this far
I said “No magic wand.”
New on the scene and over zealous
He was hardly apprehensive,
Wanting one more day, and of me jealous,
Scared and aptly pensive.
I said “Advice?” He said “For sure!”
So I went on to tell him
“For what you got, there ain’t no cure”
I had no line to sell him.
He listened to my story.
And feasted on each word.
He was ravenous and hungry
For all that he had heard.
I wished him well and shook his hand
He countered with a hug.
Then thanked me for my sincere words
Which spared him from the drug.
And at just the right place and at just the right time,
Years later, less in danger
That friend I’d met with a story of mine
Was asked to help a stranger.
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