Here is an article from The Guardian that features an uplifting video of the Parliament floor just after the vote was announced. Seriously, I could never see any American Congress or Senate floor breaking out in song. This was just...beautiful.
Also, Rob Lowe was on Ferguson on Monday - (many kudos to Craig for going on the air after the bombings and putting on a really good, uplifting and emotional show, despite his very obvious anger and upset. His stated love and history with Boston was evident in his voice). So Craig & Rob get to talking about the 80s and what their lifestyles were like back then. Neither of them held back, they were brutally honest about their drug use and behavior in the past, which seems to me the only way to really have a handle on it - with honesty. Rob said he wouldn’t take back a second of it, because it lead him to be who he is today. And I respect that, because I feel the same way about most things in my life. I can’t say I wouldn’t change anything, but then I wonder, “Would I be me if I did?”
At one point they were discussing their approach to talking with their kids about drugs. Rob talked about how no matter what you say to your kids, they are going to make their own choices and the big issue is being able to recognize when you don’t have a handle on your choices anymore. Craig pointed out that he was in desperate need of help about five years before he was able to recognize it.
The thing that really struck me is that Rob said he has been sober for 23 years. 23 years. I just started clapping - laying alone in my room in the dark watching Ferguson - I just had to start clapping. Because that is amazing. Idk, I just felt...good. Anybody who lived through the eighties, probably remembers the complete out of control life that Rob was living. I mean, this guy was hardcore in the way he partied, in the way he lived, and here he is, 23 years later, clean and living a whole life now, not just the bits and pieces of a life. Nothing I did was ever even remotely on that level - though I made a lot of stupid choices along the way - and Rob making it that far just gave me hope. I mean, you aren’t suppose to look that far ahead really, it gets too overwhelming - one day at a time has its purpose - but I thought about it and 23 years for me will make me 54 years old. I can’t even think about that. And odds are, given my circumstances, that I probably won’t stay sober that long. There will inevitably come a day when I have to take pain pills again - my body is only getting older and more run down, after all. The idea that once I’m taking them steadily again, that I won’t ever abuse them doesn’t seem realistic. But even so...five years ago, in the worst of it, I couldn’t even imagine being alive at the age of 54. And now, I can.
There was also a really cute moment where Craig was talking about some club he was a doorman at and Rob wanted to know who the worst celebrity person was to deal with when they came in. When Craig wouldn’t answer him, Rob got all woobie and said, “Oh no, was it me? It wasn’t me! Was it?” He was so freaking cute right then, all sincere and adorable. Craig promised to tell him who the worst celebrity was during the commercial break.
I just wanted to say - Mr. Lowe, I salute you. You give me hope.