on Graditude
I saw gratitude today, poured out from broken vessels. I saw addicts standing up, changed lives. Thankful for the help up off the street. A lesson taught as I dig in my heels and resist the change they are so thankful for. I saw people admitting that they are weak and they need help, I clapped for them, as if I understood what it means to be that courageous. To stand before the perceived righteous and admit before every sentence that my name is blank and I am an addict. There is hope for the prideful yet in humility. I clapped not because approved of the speech, but out of admiration. I admire the weak in our society because they do not know and cannot afford to be complacent…because with addiction, complacency means death. I clapped out of my own gratitude for all that these group of addict have taught me. The 12 steps of alcoholics anonymous apply to everyone.
