The stories we are privileged to hear, are a priceless commodity. I don’t know about others, but I needed to hear the drunk-alogs. There was comfort knowing that there were others who not necessarily drank as I did, but for me I needed to hear the story of feelings. People who had hit the incomprehensible, demoralized, hopeless, state of mind, that only we know. I don’t think I would have stayed if I hadn’t believed, and trusted those I heard. They asked us to relate to stories being shared, and it was what helped me find the path, that led to the steps, that led to the principles, that led to the concepts of service, that led to the awareness of how to live a sober life. I know it takes what it takes, to just find the courage to tell ourselves, to sit down shut up and listen, and I might just hear the message of sobriety. Thanks for the 12th step call.
Peace Out: M copyright 2014