Taking guys from the Salvation Army through the book this past year has been the only thing that has kept me sober. I've needed those guys way more than they've needed me it seems.
I came off a very painful relapse and couldn't stay sober, I prayed for sobriety, and instead of God just handing it to me on a silver platter like He did in 2001, He gave me a pool of 100 men in a six month work therapy/treatment program to wade through and be of service to.
All I can think is, He gave me a free gift in 2001, I abused, misused, and neglected it, this time He gave me a shovel to dig myself out. I'm grateful.