The feeling of waking up on a weekend and knowing my car isn’t wrecked and in the same spot I parked it in, never gets old. The feeling that I didn’t come too in jail, never gets old. The feeling that I’m not scared to check my cellphone this morning, never gets old. The feeling of not having to reach for another drink just to calm the shakes in the morning, never gets old. The feeling that I have a choice to contribute to my sobriety today, help others by chairing a meeting this morning, and woke up to prayer and meditation, never gets old. Keep trudging….you all will see me on that road to happy destiny! My road before lead only to prison or death 
, I am certain of that. One 
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