Today at mass, a friend of mine from the neighborhood came running up to me. "Guess what?" She said..."My husband stopped drinking - I have been praying for 20 years for this. He has gone to 8 meetings in 7 days." and she wept tears of joy and I gave her a big hug. Her husband was someone who would come to mass drunk or hungover each Sunday since I can remember. Often times he would sit behind us and the stench of whisky was sometimes too much for us and we would have to move. He was introverted and sad and I always said a special prayer for them. "There but by the grace of God go I" I would often think - and most Sundays I would have at least a slight wine hangover. I always felt guilty. Not anymore and I am so grateful to all of you for helping me stay sober this past 42 days. Yesterday I actually had a fleeting thought "I wonder if I can moderate" and it scared the hell out of me because no, there is no way in hell I can moderate. Probably ever. I don't want to jeapordize my life that way. It passed quickly and I had my spicy tomato juice and that was that. Thankfully. It made me feel horrible.
Anyway, the news of my friend's husband's new found sobriety touched me so much. It was like a Christmas miracle for him. For both of them. I hope that he can stick wth this. He was happy, and actually shook my hand today. It made me smile the whole time.
It was such a wonderful thing, I had to share.
Love Kat :h
Anyway, the news of my friend's husband's new found sobriety touched me so much. It was like a Christmas miracle for him. For both of them. I hope that he can stick wth this. He was happy, and actually shook my hand today. It made me smile the whole time.
It was such a wonderful thing, I had to share.
Love Kat :h
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