POOR ME

My favorite Sunday night place-to-be is The Second Road aka TSR and here is WHY:

Get together with us in the chat room on Sunday night, at 8pm, to discuss Gratitude. Bring your personal experiences, musings, and questions. Our hostess is Ms. Hen, aka the Frugal Hen, Betty.

 1958 was a drunk year, best forgotten by me, and anyone who knew me then.....

I can not write, for I am without words
I Cannot paint, for I am without imagination.
I cannot love, for I am without a companion,
But I can drink, for this bottle is my own.

Cannot eat, no appetite
Can't sleep, no peace
I can not work, for ambition has left me
But I can drink, for this bottle is my own

I cannot see, I am blind
I cannot hear, I am deaf
I cannot breathe, I am choking
I can not live any more

For this bottle, my own, is now empty.

--Steve  E  Sep 7,  1958

NOTE:  It would be 16 years more of heavy drinking and downhill life, before I could put down the bottle for the last time. March 18, 1974 I shook myself into my first AA meeting, and met you peeps, and met God..for the first time.

Peeps, it is not my anniversary.  On the other hand, EVERY day is Anniversary day, when you been where I came from.

Sober. Peace. Love.

RECAP OF TRIP THUS FAR

YOU MEAN THERE'S MORE????

I know some must be tired of reading about an old man on a scooter running around the country visiting peeps...but here is an URL for those who are still with me. It is sort of a recap, up until "laundry time" which has just now been finished. It is on TSR, this link will take you right to my blog on The Second Road.

By the way, I'm beginning to feel quite comfortable there, possibly because I visited with them and saw first-hand the wonderful work being done there. (It has nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING --grin! to do with the fact I've been invited back "any time"!)

Tuesday is a "travel day" to either St Augustine or, if I'm able, to Orlando--that's 7 hours, a long time on a scooter...Sure hate to ruin this ride, now that the end is in sight.

Alix said of her 22,000 miles on a small scooter, that it was the final 2,000 miles during which she became a bit stressed...safety-wise. Maybe that's what's happening to me?

Stay Clean and Sober, with me today?
Peace?
Steve

http://www.thesecondroad.org/tsr/2009/09/07/4387/