Congrats Bill and thanks for sharing this.

It works, it really does!!

Congratulations Bill

half heartedly attempting 'to end it all' with the aid of tall buildings,

You could leap tall buildings with a single bound when drunk too?

LinBaba wrote:

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Congratulations Bill

half heartedly attempting 'to end it all' with the aid of tall buildings,

You could leap tall buildings with a single bound when drunk too?

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and catch bullets in my teeth, put out fires with my breath, run faster than an express train - you got it.

 

bikerbill wrote:

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LinBaba wrote:

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Congratulations Bill

half heartedly attempting 'to end it all' with the aid of tall buildings,

You could leap tall buildings with a single bound when drunk too?

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and catch bullets in my teeth, put out fires with my breath, run faster than an express train - you got it.

 

 

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Wow me too! Course, when I was drunk, I also looked like Brad Pitt and was as smart as Einstein. I could never figure out why nobody realized that. ;)

Steve

Bill,

Congrats on 4 times 365 and 1/4 by 24 hours each day

You have a lot of ESH to share and you share it well.  Keep it up. 

I look forward to reading and learning from each of your postings.

Larry,
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"Growing Old is Natural... Growing Up is Spiritual..."

Welcome to Club4, Bill!!!! Congratulations, Brother! Feels good, aye. And what gratitude you have for those last days & the difference today. That being a humility to hang onto. Lest we forget, aye. Thank you for sharing yourself continuously here. Experience, strength & hope & gartitude. Thank you for inspiration again today, Danielle x

Congratulations Bill

Hearing or reading about the grotesque ends of our drunken journeys never fails to fill me with gratutide and bless today.  Thank you for sharing the sober road with with me and Happy Birthday!

Jerry F wrote:

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The arrogance of a raucous drunk is soooo profane and entertaining.

Keep coming back.  

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yes, the bedevilled take quite a path to sobriety.  we believe the most impossible things and dismiss the best/real parts of living.   so glad to be a part of this group.
Happy Four, Bill!!!!

 

-- Edited by jj on Monday 18th of October 2010 09:13:37 AM

......thanks you all for your responses. It seems fitting that I should detail as best I can remember the activities of 18/10/06.

So I was turned out of the police cell at around 0530 and the bobbies kindly gave me a lift home. I got to my little roses round the door middle of nowhere cottage to find the lights on, the HiFi playing very loud, gas fire burning and doors wide open.

I remember feeling really queasy and just a little bit ashamed. There, on the table, was every bottle in the house, some full, some part empty, some completely empty and none of them had a top on. My house was like a pigsty.

Being a big, bold, Biker - I figured the best thing to do was pour the damn stuff down the drain. Oh well didn't we have a time, swearing off and crying like a baby as the poison (for that's what it is to me now) glugged down the sink. Then a strong coffee and a projectile vomit or two and OH! Who stands at the door, disgust written all over her face, mixed with anger and a steely determination that this time boy, you're on your own. Yes it's the women who told the police to 'lock the b*st*rd up and throw away the key, I'm done with him.'

Well now I knew I was as we say over here, in the sh1t. She stormed off, I cried and tried to figure out what to do. I know, a couple weeks off work will help, let's go the doctors.

Got an appointment at the doctors and came right out with it - please give me a sick note for two weeks to recover because my drinking got a wee bit heavy.

He didn't waste too much time. Asked me how much I drank (I lied) asked me how long I've been drinking (I lied) then wrote two numbers down on a scrap of paper, said he'd refer me to drug and alcohol counselling, warned me that if I 'didn't get sorted out, then you will die through some stupid accident, some cry for help suicide gone wrong or maybe your liver will pack up.'

So what about the sick note I asked - this GP said 'No, I dont do sick notes for drunks, now get out and ring those numbers.'

So I feel like a little boy, all on my own, no body loves me, everybody hates me, let's all go an eat worms.

I got home, looked at the numbers and saw one was for a counsellor and one didn't have a name attached. Well I was scared of counselling so I rang the other one. Yep, it was the AA helpline. Yep, I slammed the phone down. How dare he think I was an alkie!

So why I rang back, I don't know. But I did (thank you Higher Power). The lovely Geordie lass on the other end talked for a wee while and then said I should ring back on a land line to get someone local. So I did and the lass on the end of the phone this time talked about my drinking (I'm not an alkie, I just drink too much) how I was feeling (Shaking like a wet dog) what to do next (eat mars bars and drink lemonade and Get To A Meeting).

I didn't want to go to a meeting in Sheffield, cos I might see someone I knew, so she gave me the details for a meeting in Barnsley.

I went to this meeting and be assured I only went to please this lass on the phone, to get my missus off my back and to try to find out how to drink properly.

and the rest, as they say, is history, but for me it was the start of a life saving, life changing future.

So go back through this tale and see the hand of my higher power at work. I wasn't rescued by my missus, I wasn't rescued by my doctor, I did something I didn't want to do (call AA back) I did something else for the wrong reasons (go to a meeting) - where was MY choice in this? anybody question I have a Higher Power, I now know where to find my evidence.

Sometimes your character defects can save you. My people pleasing behaviour got me to AA and my stubbornness kept me there.

Today has been a good day again. I'm going to a meeting tonight. I'm also going to seek out the 'lass on the end of the phone' and tell her thank you, like I do around this time every year.