Then and now
Then and now
Today was my community's food drive. I volunteered there and also volunteered last year. When I walked in to the room last year one of the other volunteers whispered at me to hide my belongings and gestured unkindly at some of the guys standing around. These guys are from a local rehab/sober living facility and volunteer to help us with the heavy lifting etc that is required on that day (most of our food bank volunteers are elderly or female).
So I remember hiding my purse. It had a gatorate in it b/c I was hungover. I was worried if it was obvious that I was hungover and did I smell like alcohol? I had drank 'extra' the night before because I figured it required less focus to shelve food than play with my children.
Now it's a year later. I wasn't hungover. A different crew from the rehab was there (it's a transitional facility). I saw hope and excitement in their eyes like I see in my own. I looked at their name tags so I'd remember their names when I talked to them. I didn't hide my purse.
I had to count - tomorrow I will have 90 days. I feel such hope for all of us on this recovery journey. Online or in a basement food pantry on a cold November morning.
So I remember hiding my purse. It had a gatorate in it b/c I was hungover. I was worried if it was obvious that I was hungover and did I smell like alcohol? I had drank 'extra' the night before because I figured it required less focus to shelve food than play with my children.
Now it's a year later. I wasn't hungover. A different crew from the rehab was there (it's a transitional facility). I saw hope and excitement in their eyes like I see in my own. I looked at their name tags so I'd remember their names when I talked to them. I didn't hide my purse.
I had to count - tomorrow I will have 90 days. I feel such hope for all of us on this recovery journey. Online or in a basement food pantry on a cold November morning.
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