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That Morning Drink

He saw he was powerless and he took the Third Step

I stepped out of jail and my very first thought was freedom! I paused for a moment and pondered. "Freedom from what? Freedom from myself!" I said. For I knew, after only a millisecond of self-analysis, I stood before all the world just as emotionally scarred, physically broken, and spiritually bankrupt as I was a mere eighteen hours prior.

Soon thereafter, a cloud of darkness fell upon my body and spirit the likes of which I have never known. I started walking north into the bitter cold. The relentlessly fierce and angry wind with its roar hit my face with what seemed to be a fitting punishment for someone who stole away something more precious to himself than life itself.

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