How often
- Am I alcoholic?
- Do I need to remember I’m alcoholic?
- Do I need to follow the program?
- Do I need to live the program?
These are not bad things. These are wonderful, life-giving things. I wouldn’t minimize someone else’s experience with illness or tragedy. I won’t compare it to some other kind of survival. But if I forget in a big way, for a long period of time, I’m doomed. If I forget in a small way, for a short period of time, I’m diminished. My life is of a lesser quality than it is when I remember.
Yesterday, at work, my office was chosen for the place to store all the alcohol and lottery tickets that were to be raffled off today for fund-raising. All day long I had a giant cooler packed with booze in my office, and two different times someone handed me a bottle. One of those times, it was wrapped in a brown paper bag, the type of which I don’t see very often but which I guess people still use to disguise their alcohol.
I peeked inside. It was a bottle of rum. Right there, in my hand.
How bizarre. I hope the person who wins it doesn’t get into trouble with it. For once in my life, the bottle of rum I was holding caused me no problems at all.