That ain't baloney.

Don’t tell me. That things can’t be done. That friend Julie can’t be cured. Of alcoholism. And depression. I’m told. There are barriers. That Julie can’t be forced into treatment. That’s baloney. I’m told. That Julie must make the decision. On her own. That we must wait. And be patient. More baloney. Julie’s friends. Could cart Julie off. Today. To the hospital. To rehab. To potentially effective treatment. Yes, at this very moment. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. It isn’t Julie’s lack of will. It’s ours. That ain’t baloney. --Jim Broede