15 years ago this morning I awoke in a cell at the Warwick RI Police Station. As I attempted to recall all the events of the prior evening the officer came and told me to get ready to go to court to be arraigned. It was then that I was handcuffed to a guy who started explaining to me about his night out and how if he had just had a little more heroin, he never would be there. It was also then that I asked myself “Just how the heck can I prevent this from ever happening again?”
The answer seemed pretty clear. Whereas I was attired in t-shirt material shorts and a Jim Beam shirt, I must have presented quite an image for the judge who convinced me to plead not guilty and scheduled a trial date. As I was an out of state resident, he ordered $100 for bail. When I finally found where my car had been towed and got a taxi there and to the ATM, I made my way back to my apartment. I went straight to the fridge and proceeded to chug a beer. I immediately opened another and started in on that one. About half way thru I asked myself just what the heck I thought I was doing. That my friends, was my last drink. The rest of that 12 pack stayed in my fridge for 3 weeks until I came home to NH, I then gave it to someone else to finish.
That is my story of my sobriety. Any one who has been at a point like this in their lives knows that an event such as this is just the tip of the iceberg. For months before, I had known that I was hitting it too hard. But that event coupled with a few other tidbits of knowledge that I have amassed keep me sober every day. It started out hard, but with each day becomes easier. There are days that there is a certain smell or just a chill in the air that speaks to me as “This is a good day for………”
Thanks for listening, it has helped even today to write this.