OOM: There's a Life Support meeting at 9:30.
Everyone wanted to speak to the newly-released Oscar nominee. Adam's phone was ringing off the hook. Oprah, David Letterman, Regis and Kathie Lee, Jay Leno, Good Morning America, just about every talk show in the country wanted Mark to appear. Between all of the interviews, however, Mark found time to do what he really wanted.
Life Support's a group for people coping with life.
"There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today." Mark wandered into the meeting, late as usual. He blamed the fans. And the press. Pulling up a chair to the circle, Mark settled in, mumbling an apology to the rest of the group.
Sit down, Mark. We'll continue the affirmation.
The meeting continued fairly as usual, then broke up cheerily. Before Mark left, however, he handed Paul a sealed envelope, then collected his things, getting ready to leave. Before he got to the door, however, Paul called out to him.
"Mark! Wait!" There was a shaky tone to his voice, as if the man was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. Mark turned around, blinking. Paul just stared at the check from the envelope. "Mark. I... um. think there might be too many zeroes in this check. A hundred thousand dollars from the Schunard Foundation? I don't even know where to begin to use this."
Mark cracked a smile. "Well, I'm sure that you'll find something. Hell, Paul. You know better than I do about who really needs help in this town. Get people AZT, er, legally, of course, get people food, heat, whatever."
Paul just stuttered, then gave Mark a huge hug. "I'll put it to good use, I promise."
"I know you will." With that, Mark left the community center, feeling perhaps better than he had in a long while.
Life Support's a group for people coping with life.
"There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today." Mark wandered into the meeting, late as usual. He blamed the fans. And the press. Pulling up a chair to the circle, Mark settled in, mumbling an apology to the rest of the group.
Sit down, Mark. We'll continue the affirmation.
The meeting continued fairly as usual, then broke up cheerily. Before Mark left, however, he handed Paul a sealed envelope, then collected his things, getting ready to leave. Before he got to the door, however, Paul called out to him.
"Mark! Wait!" There was a shaky tone to his voice, as if the man was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. Mark turned around, blinking. Paul just stared at the check from the envelope. "Mark. I... um. think there might be too many zeroes in this check. A hundred thousand dollars from the Schunard Foundation? I don't even know where to begin to use this."
Mark cracked a smile. "Well, I'm sure that you'll find something. Hell, Paul. You know better than I do about who really needs help in this town. Get people AZT, er, legally, of course, get people food, heat, whatever."
Paul just stuttered, then gave Mark a huge hug. "I'll put it to good use, I promise."
"I know you will." With that, Mark left the community center, feeling perhaps better than he had in a long while.