I worked in an HEB store across the street
from Langham HS while my kids were there.
I didnt want to cashier because I wanted my
freedom to go outside when ever i wanted
or needed to. So I bagged groceries and
carried out for customers along with other
customer service duties.
I handled liquor for the customers but didnt
day dream about it, yet used it to my recovery
advantage. I know i cant drink sucessfully like
many can and know in my mind that all
alcohol is a control substance and poison to
my system. To drink for me would mean to die
and I was given a second chance to live sober
and enjoy life the way I was mean to enjoy it.
Sure they sent me to face bottle on the liquor
isle, but did a half-azz job doing it, because I
didnt want to linger there. And if a customer
broke a bottle and was asked to clean it up,
the smell was soooo strong and potent that i
hurried up to get away from that area.
Still not day dreaming about it. What good would
it do for me to dream about poison that almost
took my life and cause me so much heartache.
I may not have gotten paid much for what I
was doing, but I sure was glad to go outside
in the fresh air and sunshine no matter if it
was 100 degrees or freezing...
