I knew a guy in AA, we will call him Jim. The doctors told him, "Jim, you have Lou Gehrig's Disease, you have at best two years to live. Go home have fun with your family, but plan your funeral." He called up his sponsor in AA, and his sponsor told him, "Gosh Jim, you are wallowing in self pity, we all gotta die. Why don't you go down to the children's hospital and see some people who have real problems." So he did that for three years and absolutely enjoyed it; it made him get out of himself. Then the doctors called him in one day and said, "Jim, we have great news, me misdiagnosed you, you do not have Gehrig's. You are just having some reaction to chemicals that you worked around when you worked for Dow."
Jim was resentful and thought about suing the doctors at the hospital. Once again, his sponsor told him, "Jim, are you crazy? You are going to sue ten doctors because they misdiagnosed you?" Jim is still alive today. The point of the story is that Jim wallowed in self-pity, "poor me, poor me, pour me a drink." It can happen to any of us. Of course, if you are fifty and lonely, you can always marry a twenty-year-old, and then several years later say, "what the hell was I thinking?" HeHe