Sunday, May 18, 2014
Think back to those days when we would creep off to our dens where we were holed up, and there like animals try to satisfy our appetites alone - so horribly alone. Just drinking, drink after drink, and dying slowly of despair. If we had a friend in the world, we didn't know it. We just wanted to drink and die alone.
It was people who brought us out of this pit, people of marvelous sympathy and understanding and now, joining hands with these people, we have learned the joy of living - not alone but with, and a part of a community, of people.
Hazelden Foundation
No comments:
Post a Comment