That is so true--I never ever believed that my life would change to the extent that it has. I believed I would die a drunk, die from alcoholism, and sadly with my bent thinking, I had accepted that. I went to meetings, in and out, and knew there was no way I would be able to emulate those around me. They were the miracle, not I, because I didn't believe I deserved it.

I'd go to meetings, my skin yellow, wearing loose tops trying to hide my distended liver. I wore a kerchief over my hair so that (haha) nobody would notice that it was falling out--because, after all, they could never have been as lost in alcholol as I was, right? I was convinced I was one of those that would never "get it". But something kept me coming back. After everyone else had accepted the fact that this disease would kill me, the people in AA were the ones that said "keep coming back". Like, I would live that long?

Little did I know, even tho I wanted what they had yet was constitutionally unable to grasp the program, that there would be a day that I would walk thru those doors, sit at the table, and recieve my first 30 day chip. That something greater than myself would reach out and bring me back to sanity. It was, in no uncertain terms, a miracle. As we, every single one of us, are miracles. Some of us may not get it as quick as others, but there is even a miracle in the fact that people come to this board and start asking questions.

Everyone who comes to this forum, every one who walks thru those doors, is a potential miracle. I don't ever want to lose sight of that. Everyone is a miracle just waiting to happen. Wren