Step Ten: Lost and Found

Several years ago, prior to getting sober, I was deer hunting in west Tennessee with a friend of mine. During the course of the day's hunt, we got separated from each other and I suddenly realized I was lost. I had absolutely no idea of how to find my way back to my car. Panic set in and I began to wander aimlessly through the dense forest looking for a familiar landmark or a logging trail that would lead me to the highway. I was no longer interested in hunting for deer, I only wanted out of that forest. Several hours later--exhausted, scared, and hungry--I emerged from the trees onto the highway just a few feet from my car. The relief I felt was immense.