And while I was taking a picture of the rainbow, my friend S. walked up and hugged me. I asked him where he has been and he said "out". I couldn't believe it! "Out?" I asked him. "Out?" "Out drinking?" and he said yes.
And I realized that he didn't look all spiffy the way he usually does. And he usually smells like cologne, but he smelled more like gasoline last night. And I asked him how on earth it happened. He had 5 and a half years of sobriety! It sounds like he is a case of someone who was basically "struck drunk". Seemingly out of nowhere, he just picked up a bottle of Jim Beam and drank some. (This is why I do not have booze in my house and will not allow it in my house, not for anyone.) And now a man who was a really sharp dresser, really fit man, really stylin' guy, is looking rough, looking his age... or older. We stood outside for a long time and talked. On a beautiful summer evening, he was shivering. His lip was quivering. And I hate to say this, but I got the feeling I was talking to a dead man. I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture. Then he drove away in his brand new Mercedes Benz and I thought he would be better off on the friggin' bus. Please say a prayer for him - and me, and yourself. This is the scariest damn disease.
The big book tells us what to do. We can chose to ignore it at our own peril.
Okay, I need to shut up.
"My Creator, I am now willing that you should have all of me, good and bad. I pray that you now remove from me every single defect of character that stands in the way of my usefulness to you and my fellows. Grant me strength, as I go out from here, to do your bidding." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 76