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Stuck in the Mud

This morning, while walking the gremlins, I ran into a gentleman I knew from recovery.  He obviously relapsed.  I could smell the alcohol leaking through his pores.  He looked like he had been in a fight with stitches on his face, along with being up from the night before.  I took the opportunity to sit down with my friend on a bench in the town square park.  As AA teaches, I made an effort to help him out, from one alcoholic to another.  I pulled out a picture of patches on my cell phone  and asked, “What’s the same about you and my dog in this picture?”  He could not answer as he took a swig off a vodka bottle.  “You are both stuck in the mud.”  I informed him.  Then I asked, “What’s the difference between you and Patches?” Again, no answer, just another swig.  “That dog is happy being in the mud!”

I have gotten to the point in life where I believe this 4.5 cents of wisdom is helpful in my new found life.  Alcohol and drugs are really not a solution when being stuck in the mud and muck from the stresses of life.  Sh*t is going to happen on a daily basis.  With that, we can take on our own fears and insecurities (without picking up) that confronts all of us with a serene, open mind and be happy just like my dog in mud.  I told my friend I loved him, and will be praying thamudtimet our conversation will make sense to him one day in the future.