In January of 1998, I was sleeping in a cardboard condo with a newspaper for a blanket and a rock for a pillow. This morning I woke up in my own bed in my own home - correction in a home that the bank still owns but which will one day be ours - with my own wife beside me. The car was still in the driveway and the wind chimes were tinkling outside. Am I grateful?
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Not all my days are priceless, but none of my days are worthless, anymore.
Happy Easter family. Today my son turned 38 and he has almost 10 more years sobriety than i do. i am grateful to be sober, to have sons who talk to me (instead of about me and totally ignore me). i am grateful for MIP and all you AAs who post. watching you grow or listening to you share ESH whenever i open up my PC to this site is comforting and entertaining. as personalities shine thru it shows how people so diverse can have so much in common. keep coming back! you help keep me sober. jj/sheila
Happy Easter Wolfie...and do we get to guess at the answer to that question..."am I grateful"? I gotta work at gratitude for myself because its a choice between that or the "poor mees" and "Whine with my cheese". I had to be taught what gratitude was, what it looked like, sounded like, felt like and how to practice it...willingly. I can still do a wussy gratitude, and I'm guessing that's not where you're at in the moment. Good for you and I hope it grows and lasts a long long time.
I am grateful for all that I am and all that I have in my live today. It beats the poor me's and a drink ! the depression, self loathing and everything else I used to have.
Wolfie55,
Your old way of living is how my brother lives today. He know's its killing him but whenever asked if he has a drink problem its always ''No way '' He and my past is a constant reminder of the freedom AA has given me.
