Southern Grandmas

That is not so unlikely. I am a pastor. I work with alcoholics.
That being said, apparently I "saved" Forrest Gump.
You gotta love it. He has 20days sober. He has been drinking since 12yrs old. He is almost 60. He has never been sober in his recollection.
Ok, he thinks the sun sets and rises over my shoulder. He pedals way out of his way to ask me a question. Friday, he showed up just before we get ready for the shop with a big dead fish. He wanted us to have it. We have no place to store it, we do not want to hurt his feelings, nor cause him controversy this early in his sobriety. He shows up at the shop with his friends and wants me to make them sober also. They stink, they fall down, one barfed in front of my customers. He is from Alabamy and really is a decent person. He talks real slow, sounds just like Forrest Gump, says the same things, talks in a monotone. He is saving his Mcdonalds hamburger wrappers so he can make a boat to take us fishing. Someone told him Mcdonalds will reuse the wrappers and pay him. Fortunately this should take long enough for me to let him on it real slowly.
Forrest just called me to tell me, his brother Harold is so glad he is sober, he bought my wife a coffee table! They are coming over at 4:30 am., to deliver it. He told me to not worry, it is just them, and he is going to sit at Mcdonalds untill 8:30 am., to come over to talk about not drinking.
I really like this guy. He is so down earth honest on everything and talks so flatly it is hysterical. He has just plain simple truth. He is a brilliant carpenter and I have hired him to do the work on my house I do not have time to do. He wanted to do the work for nothing, but I wouldn't let him.
He really is one of the creators innocents. He don like mean people, and don like people who don like folks with more of a tan than others. When he talks, he looks me straight in the eye and flatly just speaks.
His brother is a shrimper, and he brought his entire family to meet me. They don talk much, mostly grunt yes or no and shake their heads. They only like whats raght. They don laa, they don steal, they don go on their neighbors yard unless they are asked, and they give food off their plates if someone is hungry.
As much as I am not really happy with the south. Mostly the out of staters who like to boss folks and go north when it gets hot, I am honoured to have met the real Forrest Gump. I have never been in the prescence of such simple truth and honour. I mean that. He knows every fish, animal, most people here and there, and looks a man in the eyes. If he does not like what he sees, he just walks away.
It is so hard to describe with print and no sound track. I consider it a privilege to have met such a man. He sure is ugly though! But who cares. I'll take one of him to a lot of others, even though it is hard to listen to such slow talk. It really is slow and monotonic.
Life is like a box of chocklates, you never know what you are getting.

He is right here this morning. He is so proud of 20 days. I agree. He is one of the innocents. Simple man, caring, decent, and today also sober.
It is really a privilege to know him.