Two dozen bottles of Crown Lagar. That's a premium beer in these parts and the sort of drink I would have crawled over my own mother to get at back when.
It turned out to be the perfect present for me because when I gave a dozen to my dad and a dozen to my granddad I got the enjoyment of making them happy, and I felt wonderfully light inside knowing that I could hand them over without a tinge of regret or remorse. Today I am sober and today that stuff has no hold on my soul.
Funny how things work, eh? A slab of beer that I can't and won't drink turns out to be the best present I've had in a while.
Thanks for positive message of recovery..."We will see that our new attitude toward liquor has been given us without any thought or effort on our part" IT JUST COMES!!!WE are not fighting it ,neither are we avoiding temptation! As Ralph Cramden, that great philosopher from my day used to say :HOW SWEET IT IS"!!!!
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Selfishness-self-centeredness! That, we think, is the root of our troubles.
Ahhhh Merry Christmas Frodo...such a major post on recovery; mind, body, spirit and emotions. It went down soooo smooth. 12th stepped the present. With gratitude. ((((hugs))))
