So I went to our recovery group at church Saturday night for the pot luck. Good shrimp and pecan pie. I meet with the leaders and want to support them. I also belong there.
At the end I said a few brief sentences and told them I have been sober since December of '89. I was in the dark that it had been fifteen years until the group mentioned it. They looked for a coin for me to carry but didn't have one. I trust that Ron, the main leader, will bring me one soon.
I was twenty-eight the last time I got drunk. When I was in my twenties forty seemed an eternity away. Now in my forties sixty seems real close. So for 15 years of sobriety and another twenty down the road I offer a toast--of coffee--hopefully Sumatra, "This Mud's For You." And me. And praises and glory to my God for his and her never ending embrace.
