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Grapevine : January 2011
from my job as an executive, where I was in over my head. I didn't want her boring life, but I surely wanted what she had, whatever it was. There was not a chance I could identify it. She reached out from the lifeboat of sobriety and pulled me up from the bottom of the ocean. I was so crazed that she had been advised to stay away from me so she would not get drunk. Thank God she didn't listen to that advice. I asked her if everyone went through this. She smiled and said in her broken English, "Don't worry about them, you can do it, they all did it already, and don't think about them. You only have to do it this once, just for today, just for a few more hours." She was an escapee from East Germany, the perfect hardcore kind of woman I needed for my excruciat- ing journey into sobriety. She knew me much better than I knew myself. She told me that the worst drunk in the world could stay sober for one day. I laughed at that, as she knew I did not see myself as such, but as Eventually my sponsor talked me into more balanced food groups. Grapevine 43