Will you be the Saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?

On my way home from work today I switched the radio channel because I just couldn't bear to listen to NPR. that gives you a benchmark of my emotional well being after my first fast day. I should have keep my dial tuned to KCPW. These were t he lyrics I heard as I waited for the turn signal to turn green.

"When I was a young boy,

My father took me into the city

To see a marching band.

He said,

"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,

The beaten and the damned?"

He said

"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they

have made?"

I can't even think straight enough to even articulate what I think or thought about listening to this stupid song. And I feel a little foolish think a 24 hour fast means anything, and how so many moms deal with this every day. If I am going to do this I need to be more thoughtful and I clearly need to think about some coping skills on fast days. It is now 6:00 p.m. and I plan on completing my fast in the morning at breakfast.

It isn't like I thought I would have some breakthrough experience or that I would have some unique insight to share. What I can tell you is I feel crabby as hell, I feel on the verge of tears and everything is annoying the hell out of me. I want to cheat and go find something to eat in the kitchen. The apples on my table never looked so tasty.