Excuse me. Is this seat taken?
Because we've all been where you are and know how low that feels. There is no greater love or more pure a love than the love one drunk feels for another. We share in a common peril and we find recovery together. Like shipmates after a horrific shipwreck...we find ourselves all desperately clinging to the life rafts together.
Because we've all been where you are and know how low that feels. There is no greater love or more pure a love than the love one drunk feels for another. We share in a common peril and we find recovery together. Like shipmates after a horrific shipwreck...we find ourselves all desperately clinging to the life rafts together.
Because we've all been where you are and know how low that feels. There is no greater love or more pure a love than the love one drunk feels for another. We share in a common peril and we find recovery together. Like shipmates after a horrific shipwreck...we find ourselves all desperately clinging to the life rafts together.
And, on a selfish note, helping others also reinforces my own sobriety. If I'm having a tough day, dwelling on it, or trying to exert my own will on things that are beyond my control is invariably a lot less effective than focussing on helping someone else.
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