There's nowhere to turn. There's nothing left. Your career, your connections, everything that you think defines you, are ultimately worthless. So you reach out, your desperation as pure as a child's. And that's when you find out who God really is.
I didn't pray for my father to be cured. That would have been ridiculous. I simply asked that if it was God's will, then please give me the strength to endure, pleaase let my marriage survive, please bring me a little peace of mind. I took care of my dad for several years and a lot of it was sheer hell but somehow, things never flew completely apart. At the end, there was nothing but love beween me and my father, and today I'm reasonably sane and healthy, and my marriage is going strong.
I don't feel I can take credit for any of that.
I've wondered sometimes if Phil might have reached out in the same way. My situation was certainly desperate but it was nothing compared to his. As everyone who's read Searching For The Sound knows, there was every possibility that he wasn't going to make it.
So I think that when he says "God bless you," he's speaking from the purest experience.
"Got any flies?"