That day, many years ago, that I finally admitted down to the bottom of my bruised soul, that I really and truly was an alcoholic, I cried and cried tears of shame, sadness and anger. Little did I know that it was the beginning of an awesome journey. The most important journey of my life. The journey to finally get to know myself. It’s been hard work. If it was easy, I imagine that more alcoholics would do it. Today I get to shed a small humble tear of gratitude. Thank goodness I know I am an alcoholic. Thank goodness I know who I am.
My son called and he said he has the day off Tuesday. He wants to drive up to visit with me.
“But Son, you are coming over to spend the night Friday, Christmas Eve, right?”
“Yes, but I’d like to visit with you on Tuesday and have lunch too. Is that ok?”
“IS THAT OK?! I admire you so much Son, that if you weren’t my son, I’d want you as my friend.”
Perhaps hard work does pay off.
Grateful. Grateful. Grateful. Blessings. Blessings. Blessings.