Every sober day that God gives me is a gift, one I'll never take for granted because if I do there may be no turning back.
I haven't been to a meeting in years but I know where there is one if I need it.
I'll never forget the day I quit, I was neither a religious person nor an atheist person, just a working class guy who did a lot of drinking, I was the guy that would have had "most likely to drink himself to death" in his high school yearbook except I was too busy drinking to even bother getting a yearbook.
Anyway, my wife had left with the kids and the house was half-emptied several weeks before. I tried to quit, I really did, went to meetings, outpatient rehab, everything, I still needed that drink.
One night, sitting at the kitchen table I yelled to myself, "I can't do this myself, I give up, you up there you want me to quit then help me, I'm done, please help" and He did.
From that moment I lost all desire to drink or better stated I was reset back to where I was before I took that first drink. I don't kid myself, this was a gift with strings, one drink and I'll be back on that nightmare train that got me here.
That was 1995, I continued to go to meetings for awhile, got back together with my family, my health improved, we bought another house, thankfully I never lost my job.
So I don't look like a nut I won't mention the incredible inner warmth, peacefulness and calmness that overcame me when that happened nor will I say anything about flashing blue lights, they could have just as easily been a good shot of whiskey and a police cruiser but I do know two things I no longer have the desire to drink and I am sure we are not alone in this world.