- God, my Higher Power
- My Sobriety
- Mamie my OCD schnauzer.
- My Sponsor
- My Right Eye
- Being sighted
- All the well wishes from my BLOGGIES.
- All y'all.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.
Now y'all be pretty now, ya heah.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah!
So yes, maybe I am ending up as my father did. Again this is an area I had never contemplated. Dad got sober at 48 and died at 73. I got sober at 50 and whether or not I beat his record is in the hands of God.
So all in all, my life has been quite different than those of my parents. I did not live my life, nor blame my frailties on my upbringing. Thanks to events in my youth beyond my control, I never said I did this or did not do this because of the way I was raised. I was so ashamed of the way I was raised and the white trash lifestyle of my parents, that there was no way I was going to be like them. I might have had silk sheets so to speak, but when it really comes down to it, my alcoholism brought me down to their level in ways I Never could admit. That is the freedom that being a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous has give me. That is the freedom that forgiveness as I have learned in AA has given me. There are many similarities in the road each of us trudged as we got here, but we were all(IMO) just garden variety drunks, whether it was just a dirt garden or a formal garden it still boils down to a drunk is a drunk is a drunk. I'm so glad that I'm no longer a drunk but an alcoholic. As the old joke goes - a drunk is a person who drinks heavily, an alcoholic has to go to those damned meetings. Thank God for those meetings. Thank God for inspiring those men to give us the 12 steps, the 12 traditions, the 12 principles, and the 12 promises. And a way of life that is a daily reprieve from hell. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Tonight I am grateful for:
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.