One of the Lucky Ones

I HAD been one of the lucky ones. From the time I got into AA some eight years ago I had truly had no desire for a drink. Only once, six months after I was in, when some friends took me on a picnic and had a bottle of wine. . . I had thought how pleasant the wine would have been on the cold beach in the sun, but I had had milk instead; and when they fell asleep soon after lunch I was happy to feel entirely sober and awake to the beauty of the sea and the fresh breeze on my face.