Then, and only then wrote:There is this old timer in one of the rooms I go to. He said we have a choice. We can stay disappointed at the darkness, or we can choose to appreciate and enjoy the tiny flickering candle light. When I grow up, I want to be just like him.
But today, I bitch, morn and cry about this malady I am given. This is truly the final blow. The book says pain is the admission ticket to our new life. I agree. AA gave me many many new beautiful things I never had.
Maybe the last lie of the booze is that Alcoholism is curse. Somehow I am on the other side today. Yet, I bitch. Thank you for sharing.
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