Sunday, September 19, 2010

I remember where I was...

I was 17 days without a drink at 8:50 am on September 11th, 2001...I was walking a new patient in the treatment center to the nurse's station for his detox meds. As we rounded the final corner, there stood the staff, silenced and huddled around a small television in the corner of the room. It was the only TV on campus and everyone had been alerted...Cut-off from the outside world unsure of the events unfolding around us some cried, some reacted with anger, it was a very hard time...

I have been sober ever since, there is no doubt that days events, as well as the resulting emotions played into my early sobriety, that day around the world members of our fellowship gathered to share our solution and our hope to those whos lives had been forever altered.

Ours is not a support group nor a self-help program, but on that day we came together and no doubt the voicec of God was heard in our rooms, his power soothed and his grace comforted. Together that day we stayed sober in hopes that a new day would dawn and we could be present for whatever we were called to do...

No doubt that some were called to active duty, were deployed and even lost their lives defending our way of life...Some were called to be parents, sponsors, priests, and rescue workers...all members of our fellowship who on that day were called and could respond because of our solution...

In loving memory of all of those who perished, those fathers, mothers, sons and daughters...who needlessly persihed that day...You were not alone...

ps...today because of our solution I was present for the birth of my son...

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