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Grapevine : March 2011
Riverwalk. So I refused treatment. And that is when the police told me they needed to give me a sobriety test. What? A sobriety test? I told them I was down there for the Inter- national AA Convention. They pulled me aside from my daughter and said, "Look, it's okay; you can tell us. We are here to help you---we all have little slips." (Har har on their pun.) I told them I had not "slipped" on my so- briety. But they gave me the sobriety test anyway---well, sort of, as best as they could with my ankle messed up. Of course, I passed. After a few more minutes of them advising me that my injury needed to be examined, I waved them off---but not before first asking, "All I want to know is, how do I get over there? I am meeting my sponsor and I just want to get right over there! How do I get there?" And I told them I came down the steps to the landing and all I saw were steps taking me back up to the street! Well, to my surprise they told meIhadtogobackupthestepsand then there would be another set of steps that would take me down to where I was trying to go. So I sloshed off with my daughter behind me (did I mention that my daughter is 12 and she was pretty much trying to be in- visible at this point?), wearing my drenched black Serenity shirt and my black skirt and now muddy red cow- boy boots. My ankle was killing me, but my pride wouldn't let me care because I was on a mission. Nothing was going to keep me from getting to my sponsor now. I wish you could have seen my sponsor's face when we finally got to the restaurant where she and her husband were having lunch. She burst out into the loudest laugh- ter, then picked up her camera and started taking pictures of me. I think she was a little put out before I finally got to her---she had no idea what was taking me so long. Heh heh! After repeating the whole story to her and her husband (who calls me goofy), no one could stop laugh- ing. And I mean the almost-wetting- yourself laughing ... except in my case, no one would have known if I wet myself because there was already a puddle forming under me from my drenched clothes. My sponsor had a one-liner for me when she finally was able to stop laughing long enough. She said, "I've told you over and over, it's simple ... all you have to do is take the Steps!" Jane H. Hampstead, Md. I wish you could have seen my spon- sor's face. She burst out into the loudest laughter, and then started taking pic- tures of me. 18 March 2011