Salvaged

Things happen for reasons I don't always immediately understand. Very late last night, I left a friend's house (you know, two alcoholics and a resentment make a meeting), and what should happen? I get pulled over by one of our city's finest on a main thoroughfare. Anticipating that some warrant or misadventure from my days of "research" would require an escorted visit to the local substation, I pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. My car would be safe while I arranged bail. Expecting the worst, I heard my sponsor's voice admonishing me to accept and turn over things beyond my control to my Higher Power.