Was thinking again today about this concept. As I sit in a doctor's waiting room, thankful or at least hopeful that my doctor is not a raging alcoholic. How did I even survive for so many years? It truly was by the skin of my teeth. Nothing to be proud of. Once again I feel very grateful for all the people who don't succumb to the poison. Thankful for the care with which they treat the world, lucky things aren't falling apart at the seams - unlike the way I treated myself and life as a drunk.