Hi, Im Sharon and yes, I am an alcoholic.
I admitted I was 21 years ago and I still
am one today living my life in recovery.
I watch and old show today, Route 66, a
show back in the day but one I never heard
of before. Of course, back in the day was
when tv was black and white which I do
remember since I was born in the 50's.
This show touched me today because I was
able to relate to what this show was about.
It was about a Jazz band group who all began
playing when they were young, but over the
years each player enbarked on different
experiences in their life taking them in
different directions.
An elderly lady was near the end of her life
and because of a auto accident, 2 passengers
enbarking on their own journey in life, became
her friend and thus she believed God meant
all to happen in order to get the group back
together.
Each musician had a past story, but one in
particular stood out to me because it reminded
me of how alcohol has affected people before
time as it still does today.
This man lost everything due to his drinking. His
reputation, family, pawned his Trombone Instrument
to buy his next bottle. He walked everyday to see
if his trombone was still in the window, which it
was.
This man went on to share that it took time but
he beat his drinking but for a cost cause he lost
everything in his life that meant something to him.
When he got sober the only thing he had left to
survive on or make a living was shining shoes. He
was grateful for his job but ashamed of how his
life had become from a promising musician to
a drunk who had lost everything.
He said he hadnt blown his horn since the day
he pawn his instrument many yrs before and
was full of fear to even try.
Anyway....he manage to make it to the bedside
of the woman who was dieing because she was
his friend and she had held the group together
with her kindness back in the day.
She said she was blessed to have her "family"
musician members to play jazz for her one more
time before she died and how blessed she was.
As she passed away, the trombone player began
playing for the first time. Because he had learned
to stay sober a day at a time, and was grateful for
his little job, he was blessed with courage to blow
his horn which had paralysed him with fear for so long.
This touching story reminded me that alcohol has
attacked so many people from before time can
tell to the present day. With a program of recovery
to help stay sober a day at a time, the gifts of
the promises will surely come true if we work for
them.
I know, because they have and are still coming true
for me, just like that man in the show.