DRINKING ALCOHOL TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY THEN IT TOOK AWAY THE SKY
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A SAD "55" THIS FRIDAY
Drew was a good soldier So proud So sober So spiritual So sad Ave Maria University Oratory Mourning in morning We who stay To help others Along their sober way Asleep in his car Note in his lap To express a final goodbye To his friends, his Peeps. Sleep in peace now my friend...Drew Flash Fiction Friday 55 is a story written in exactly 55 words. Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow writers. ______________________________________________________________
About a year ago I was Drew's AA sponsor for several months before he "resigned" from Alcoholics Anonymous--again.
All too often during moments like these today I hear the truth, "Drew died so that many others will live." We see in illumination what happens when we forget to be humble, forget to be patient, tolerant, forgiving, forget to WORK the steps, forget that God is God...not ME...and forget that we cannot have the first drink, or that insatiable craving will immediately kick in.
Thank you for your prayers for ALL of us Peeps, let us stay sober, and pray for each other. Please!
Peace, and Love, Peeps, to ALL of you! Steve--color me "pensive".
Sober 36 years (March 18, 1974), I am a former symphony violinist who loves prose, poetry, drawing, music (of course!) art of many genres and philosophies.
Here I will write about my life, thoughts, addiction recovery, and almost anything else of which I know very little.
Laughter, happiness, peace, enthusiasm and love shape my life these days.
If you enjoy reading my stuff, please be welcomed here.
If you do not enjoy, please be nice and leave the room quietly--grin!!