Steve blinked once, twice, realizing that he lay on cold floor in his own vomit. As he staggered to his feet, a message hit his brain along with a pounding headache. I’ve had enough of this. It has to stop.
After vomiting again, his brain took a poll of body part members. Stomach? Liver? Kidneys? Eyes... with all saying, “Get sober, you SOB! We’re in trouble down here…If you don’t stop, we will all break down, one by one…”
Next day, Steve forced his feet to climb the stairs to the most non-exclusive organization worldwide, Alcoholics Anonymous. Forced his hand to open the door. Forced himself to say, “Hi, my name is Steve, and…forced his mouth to say the words…I’m an alcoholic.”
Twelve steps? He worked through them, again and again. Now he was at #8 again—a list of all I have harmed…be willing to make amends…then do it! Make amends! His list was so long, all the people he had hurt.
Almost a year later, half the names on the list had already been crossed off. Squeezing the one year sobriety coin, he smiled. I’ll never graduate from this, it is not a school…I will face alcoholism…one step at a time…one day at a time...each and every day.
This is dedicated to all who are fighting this battle. People I know and love are right there with you.