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Grapevine : October 2011
had been sober for about six months, the relief man came over and said the boss wanted to talk to me. I had been called into the o ce many times when I was drinking but now I was sober. As I walked toward the o ce I was wonder- ing, What did I do this time? My supervisor was doing some paper work when I entered. He told me to sit down. is was the same man who had once said, "I am gonna put you on the street." He was fed up with me showing up half drunk, and doing a half-assed job. When he finished his paperwork, he looked me in the eye and said, "I want to thank you for the job you are doing for me." We stood, he gripped my shoulder, shook my hand and said, " anks." When I le , I was walking on air. I was doing what I was paid to do, but it had been years since I had been thanked for the job I was doing. Yes, there are rewards for being sober. I drank and drove for more than 20 years. I could be dead, in prison or crippled. Had I killed someone while driv- ing drunk, I could be in an insane asy- lum. Instead, I am sober, surrounded by people who care. IliketheguyIsee in the mirror each morning. ere are definitely rewards for being sober. Sam W. Holt, Mich. to AA because I wanted my supervisor to see me at a meeting once or twice a week so she would think I was work- ing on my drinking problem. While I was there, I did listen to people shar- ing their stories and discussed the se- lected readings, but I just didn't think that it applied much to me. Well, the only thing that changed was that I hid my drinking even more. But on Sun- day, April 25, 2010, that all changed. After working for most of the day in preparation for an upcoming inspection, I felt I deserved a couple of beers for all the hard work I had done on a day I would normally be off. So I stopped at the store on the way home and bought a full rack of German beer, intending to go home to have what I thought would be a beer or two at most. I had convinced myself that I didn't have a problem after all. I could stop drinking any- time I wanted---I just didn't want to. I was standing on the balcony smok- ing a cigarette and drinking the sixth half-liter beer from that rack that I had bought just two hours earlier. This was the same balcony I had fallen off of eight months earlier in a drunken stupor that nearly cost me my life. Then suddenly, my 7-year-old daughter walked up and said, "Daddy, I don't want you to drink and die." I asked her what she had just said, and she repeated, "I don't want you I was walking onair....It had been years since I had been thanked for the job I was doing. aagrapevine.org 47