There was a point when I counted the minutes of being sober, then the hours, then the days, then the week’s, then the month’s, then the years. After a point I stopped wanting to count the years, then I just became grateful for evey moment I have alive, sober, and free. Today all I count on is the moment I see in front of me and the memories I have expierenced. I thank God, and AA for the gift of that freedom.
Peace Out: M 2015