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.)