29. Only Human

That night at an AA meeting I heard that Tucker, the world’s most miserable dry drunk, had been hit by a car and was in the hospital.  Tucker hated rehabs, newcomers, me, the entire mental health treatment system, and dogs.  I tried to ignore and avoid him when I could. 

Even so, I thought I should feel bad for him.  I tried to work up some sympathy, but failed. After an hour or so of feeling guilty about my lack of compassion, I gave up.

“You’re only human,” I said to myself, accepting the obvious.  

Today I will accept being human.

Sober Not Somber © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)