9/11 was the day I thought I was going to die. I was very sick. It was the first day I didn’t drink in a long time. It was the beginning of the end and the end is always a beginning.
Five days later, I spoke to a friend and we discussed my conscious decision to Walk the Recovery Path. Both dates are a sort of birthday, 9/11 and 9/16. I’ll always remember both as the beginning of the end that started my new beginning.
Happy Day 30, October 11.