An Ace In the Hole

I reached a point early in my sobriety where a choice had to be made. I was either to drink again, and probably not make it back for a second chance, or I was to do what my sponsor told me to do, and put myself right in the middle of this program, so as not to fall off the edges. Early one morning, about six months sober, while in a pool of self-pity and remorse, I made that decision. I was out of work and had been for some time. I was just barely making it and those old thoughts that the world had done me wrong, and that God cared for everyone but me, were screaming out. I was attending many meetings and following the suggestions of my sponsor, but something was missing. There was a hole in my gut and it was getting larger by the minute.