Always Remember

This morning at a meeting near the beach, a woman in her 30s shared with tears in her eyes that she now had only one day sober after relapsing for two months. I remembered seeing her at a meeting on the other side of the island a few months earlier. She had been sitting up front, looked radiant and was the first person to jump in and speak. Her message was both hopeful and helpful. Now I was glancing at her sitting in the back of the room. She was a sad sight. So what happened?