June 2016

In good company

She took a leap of faith into her first sober rafting trip and her HP supplied the extra paddles

It was Memorial Day weekend 1991. I was 38 years old at the time, two years sober, and quite happy about it all. The initial fog had started to lift, and it seemed like God had given me the world wrapped in a red bow and said, “Go. Enjoy. Just don’t drink.”

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