Come Back, Little Sheba

Say your prayer for me, Daddy.
I love to hear it.

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can, and
wisdom always to know the difference.

That's so nice. That's so pretty.
When I think of the way
you used to be, Daddy,

always drinking and getting into fights.
I was always so scared.
I never knew what was gonna happen.

I don't know what I'd have done
without you.

I'm so proud of you.
You been sober over a year.

- Mr Cruthers is coming to the office.
- Oh, he said he never would.

It goes to show you
people are nicer than you think.

- They always give you another chance.
- Oh, sure.

Maybe... maybe you could take me
to a movie tonight?

- I have to do some Twelfth Step work.
- Again?

It's important. You help yourself
by helping other alcoholics.

Alcoholics are mostly disappointed men.
Oh. Sure, I know.
You wasn't ever disappointed,
were you, Doc?

The thing is not to dwell on the past,
to live each day as it comes,
and stay sober doing it.

- Who are you gonna help tonight?
- Some fellow they found on skid row.

He's down at the city hospital.
I kind of dread it.

You said it helped you.
It does if you can stand it.
I did some Twelfth Step work
there myself once before.

They put the alcoholics
in with the crazy people.

These men, all twisted and shaking.
Eyes all foggy and full of pain.
One fellow had his hands clamped
together so he wouldn't kill anyone.