Thursday, September 27, 2012


On our first date, Scott sat across me at Mimi's, for dinner, and told me about his past. It hadn't been pretty, he wasn't proud of what he'd done, and he very humbly acknowledged his journey to sobriety and living a life of integrity. He then paused, and paused (what he later said was his way for me to walk out, open my mouth in shock, or shake my head anxiously), and waited for me to say something. I quietly opened my wallet and pulled out a worn bi-folded card with the Serenity Prayer on one side, the 12 Steps on the other, and the 12 Traditions inside. I handed this to him. He smiled. We spoke a common language.

grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, 
the courage to change the things I can, 
and the wisdom to know the difference.

I carry this card. I say this prayer. I find comfort. 

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