"How we define "good fortune" is a significant indicator of one's attitude."
Boy, that got my attention this morning---and not in a bad way.
I had a
'there by for the grace of G-d, go I' moment when I read that. I don't remember my age, or the circumstances--but I remember I'd 'graduated' treatment for the 4th time and thought I knew better than anyone who was trying to help me.
I was young, I was cocky--and I thought going out with anyone in the program was a spiffy idea. Of course the rooms are filled with 'sick' people....including me. We go there because we are 'sick'--spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically. And the slogan
'stick with the winners', sounded boring to me since they all seemed to be 'old' and.....boring. They talked about 'fishing' and 'outtings with the family' and 'going to church' and 'going to their children's school functions'......colour THAT boring! So I hung out with Gerri, who was a bit older than I and fairly new to the program--and she wasn't convinced, but was trying to 'do the deal'. But Gerri seemed to still have some LIFE in her. She talked in meetings about going places, doing things....having MY kinda fun. She'd kept her old friend, despite people in the program suggesting she 'change her playground and playmates'. And it was working for her. She had over 90 days and was going into bars and having Pepsi and making it work!
So Gerri it was! And off we went--and we talked about program stuff and other stuff and had FUN together. And I mean FUN!
Invariably there came that moment in the car that the conversation shifted.
Those folks around the tables had gone
that long without drinking--surely if they could go
that long, they could control their drinking. Cuz they WERE controlling their drinking.
So that
'just one' was probably something they
could do but they were just too brainwashed into believing they couldn't.
Certainly someone with 3 months without a drink WAS controlling their drinking, too--elsewise they'd be drinking! And we weren't going to be brainwashed......
Just one......she was going to
prove she wasn't brainwashed!
I think I tried to tell her that was a bad plan. Or maybe that's my desire to still escape what really happened and my part in it.
We went in to have
'just one'.
We had plenty more than that.
She wanted to leave for another place.
I didn't.
She said "Fuck you, then" and laughed......and got in the car.
Drinking and driving don't go well together. How many times I managed to escape tradgety because I ignored that fact, I can only imagine and I thank G-d for--He's taken very good care of me.
Gerri never got to her next destination. She hit the embankment on a bridge.
She lived--but suffered such severe brain damage that her life was spent in a nursing home, where she eventually died.
"There but for the grace of G-d, go I..." I get teary when I remember, but I don't ever want to forget.......
There's 'good fortune' in that experience, over and over again......and I don't want to let go of that humility that I, eventually, found because of the role I played in her life.
Just a smidgeon of guilt resides in me but along side of the guilt is the deep abiding sense of gratitude for how that experience brought me to the life I have, today.
Gerri helps keep me sober, today. She's a part of what I have, today.
Sometimes 'good fortune' dresses itself in horrid circumstances. I can see that today.
And I'm grateful I was 'one of the lucky ones' who lived long enough to have that awakening.