The man in the bed was told of the
acute poisoning from which he suffered, how it deteriorates the body of an
alcoholic and warps his mind. There was much talk about the mental state
preceding the first drink. Big Book, p157
I am grateful. I am
grateful because of the miracles that happen in the rooms of Alcoholics
Anonymous. I have put poisons into my body. I have suffered. I have been
insane in ways I thought I would never recover. I was in a hopeless state of
mind and body. And yet, here I am, participating in a fellowship I love. I
write my way to freedom each day. I am of some service to others, which makes
me feel useful. I don't hide anymore. And the list goes on...
Thank
you Higher Power. Thank you for some restored sanity. Thank you for making me
useful to you, myself and others. Thank you for taking me mess and turning it
into a message of hope for others. Thank you!
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