It’s crazy how a group of folks who had little-to-no experience in this kind of thing just came together and grew. … The Fire is on, my friends — the word continues to spread: There is indeed good reason to Hope for Life in Recovery…
The only noises around me are the pitter-patter of rain teasing the windshield wipers, and the windshield wipers intermittently protesting with a “skwhuh-ttttt” as they raced across the glass to whisk the water away
In another translation: Whether we like it or not, the work needs done -- just don't do it with attitude, without eating, without sleeping, and without taking care of oursleves.
Perhaps we were excessively and/or obsessively thinking about it, how to get it, when, or where. Maybe sneakily but definitely secretly we’d find our way to “it.”
When I received the tongue lashing ... it was over a nonexistent issue. I could have jumped and began fighting back, but there was a truth in the matter...
One, two, three... four. Plus the one that brought me, PLUS faces that I recognized but never officially met, PLUS people that didn't know me, but welcomed me.
"Stop! Stop! Get down!" the leader of the two-pack quietly yelled. With a not-so-silent THUD! he dropped to the ground and sprawled out, hands and legs stretched so he could blend into the grass with his bright, red shirt.
