The Best Part of My Day
I had just gotten home after a long day at work. I backed my truck into the driveway and got out of it, walked to the mailbox and gathered the mail. The first thing I noticed was a letter from my newest AA inmate correspondent. I got a big smile on my face like I always do whenever I get a letter from one of the guys I correspond with.
I went into the house, took off my suit coat and tie and sat down to read and meet my new friend. The letter was going well until I got to the line that said, “I’ve been waiting for almost two years for a letter from a recovering alcoholic.”...
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