I am still feeling out of sorts. Yes, it's 3 in the morning and I'm awake. And yes, I'm still drowning in the sea of madness in my brain. Then I read a comment left by someone on my blog -- someone I have never met, yet already think of her as a friend.
This woman offered to talk to me (even gave me her number). "The powerful connections in this fellowship will never cease to amaze me," I thought.
When I was in early recovery, a friend shared he felt like to be an alcoholic. "Why would anyone ever feel lucky to be an alcoholic?" I asked. I have come to understand, believe, what he was saying as true. This woman in recovery, who offered her shoulder and ear, is living proof.
I may never her, but I will always hold her offer close to my heart. "Thank God for the kindness of strangers in recovery..."
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