It’s my birthday. This morning as I awoke, I thanked God for keeping me alive for 62 years. By many definitions, today I become a “senior.” Oh, maybe if you didn’t have my history you would think that’s a bad thing. But with my life story, hitting 62 is a miracle.
I was talking with my friend about huffing yesterday. She was incredulous that I ever did such a thing. Oh, yes, I did it and I did it for a long time. At 14, I started drinking. I also took every drug I could get my hands on from the ages of 16 to 18. At 18 I quit using drugs and started drinking seriously. When I turned 21, I started drinking daily. I only stopped for my 2 pregnancies. In those days, we all drove when drunk. I never even thought about it until after I got sober, at the age of 32. Oh and lets not forget that I smoked 2 packs a day for 25 years. I stopped that when I was 39 years old and 7 years sober.
So, off I am to an AA meeting this morning. I’ll get home and get ready to go to see a matinee presentation of Handel’s Messiah at the Colorado Symphony with my daughters. This was their gift for me. Probably the best gift ever!
So grateful to a loving God for what I would have to say has been a very good life – despite my best efforts to destroy it.