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Grapevine : October 2011
Iwas almost a year sober and starting to feel pretty "safe." I knew that alco- hol was cunning, ba ing and power- ful, but that a er- noon I was about to learn that it is also patient and very sneaky. A er work I stopped by a small "mom and pop" grocery store less than half a mile from my home. I needed some groceries, but I sure got a lot more that a ernoon! While browsing in the produce section it suddenly became very clear something was terribly wrong. Several customers bolted out of the store, and I could hear the unmistak- able sound of a fight. Get out of here, I told myself. But I've never been one to leave somebody in need of help, so I rushed to the front of the market, where I spotted one of the owners and an older customer struggling with a third man. Blood streamed down their faces. en I spied a gun in the third man's hand. It was a robbery gone bad! He was pistol-whipping the other two. Before I could think better, I ran toward the struggle and man- aged to wrench the weapon from the robber 's clenched hand. Only he knew at the time that the moved to California. I made a decision that I was not alcoholic, that I would leave that place and all my troubles behind, make a new life and start over. I bought a bottle driving out of town and drank the whole thing that night. Two years of sobriety down the drain and I was off and running. Igotagoodjobinmynewtown and proceeded to drink for the next five years. My MO was to get up, go to work, go home at 5 P.M. and start drinking until I passed out--- every day. Weekends I would rent four videos, pull the drapes, unplug the phone and drink. My world got very small and I didn't have to feel a thing. I refused to drink at business lunches because I didn't know if I'd make it back to work or if I'd stay there all afternoon and be swinging from the chandeliers at midnight. At age 42, a miracle occurred. I started to be stalked and harassed by someone unknown. I received threats to my life and was terrified. As a result, during the police investi- gation, I went to a therapist to try to learn how to deal with the terror of it and he called me on ... my drinking! The jig was up. I went back to AA, asked God for help and stopped drinking, one day at a time. That was a bare beginning, TO THE RESCUE 14 October 2011