Today is my 23rd re-birthday. I have been sober 8401 days, each one-day-at-a-time.
Each one of these days is a miracle. I could be dead right now. Or living in a lower level of hell than I used to.
One of my brothers died from alcoholism. I held him as he drew his last breath at the youthful age of 45. I know where that path leads. It could have been me.Read More