The Joy and Miracle of Service

It was dark, cold and dreary. I could see the icy mist spitting down at a slant in the spotlight of the driveway. The wind was blowing so hard that I had to lean into it just to make it from the house to the barn. I made it to the truck and jumped in as quickly as I could to escape the bitter cold. I pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road towards the Interstate, feeling ever so thankful for the heat blasting on my toes and face. It was about a 20-minute drive to get to where I needed to go that night and, as I drove, the phrase “Willing to go to any lengths” kept spinning in my head. I was sober a little over a year and wanted to stay that way. I was taught early on that I must be willing to go to any lengths. As much as I wanted to stay home instead of roughing the cold, I wanted to stay sober even more. As I pulled into the parking lot I saw the friend that was meeting me was already there waiting in her car. She jumped out to greet me and we hugged then said our hellos. We shuffled across the frozen parking lot and toddled up the front steps and through the front doors together.