The Forest and the Trees

Here is a little thought that came to me the other day. Even alcoholics have thoughts. That is one trouble with them. Their fertile, active imaginations run rife with their thoughts. Frequently they have great thoughts which may carry them to the heights of accomplishment or sacrifice, only to be dashed into the pits of defeat and despair by their arrogance and indulgence, where their thoughts are changed to bad, fearsome, apprehensive thoughts and necessitate recourse to the all too-familiar method of surcease--another drink. But this thought may have some value.