Day 8 sober, feeling better about where I am at this point. I have a sporting event with friends tomorrow evening. Beer and brats are the usual at this event. If my resolve remains I will be trading the beer for soda or water. A week ago I was standing at the edge of a large cliff. My last off the rails bender was bone shaking. To believe I am capable of destroying everything I've worked so hard to gain. For what? A moment of alcohol induced pleasure? Have I no self respect no self esteem? For me it is either get busy living or get busy dying. (Morgan Freeman: Shawshank Redemption) Today I know I can remain sober. This is my mission this is my resolve.