One of the first times I got drunk (in college), I ended up missing a train (or bus?) to NYC for a work thing the next morning.
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Over time, though, I'd learn that was ~nothing~. I got in fist fights with my closest friends, I lied to people, I treated people horribly.
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(And, for those who've not met me, I should ~not~ be getting into fist fights.)
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And still, even as thing got worse, I avoided even considering the possibility that my problems had anything to do with my drinking.
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Even when I moved to DC — which happened after I'd been euphemistically "underemployed" for 9 months — things didn't really change.
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I once tried to flag down a cab on Connecticut Avenue and got into a guy's back seat — a guy who was ~NOT~ a cab driver.
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I probably should have ended up in jail that night, or he could have beaten the crap out of me, but someone was watching out for me.
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Some time later, I found out that driver was watching out for me that night: He was a sober guy, and he took me to a friend's place.
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But, even that night, & a similar night in NYC, didn't do it. It turned out that what did it for me was when I just couldn't do it anymore.
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@chrisgeidner so grateful for the gift of sobriety. And so grateful for you.1 reply 0 retweets 1 like
@morningmoneyben Back right at you. Thanks. And, so great to meet you this week.
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