What Do You Know?
After the meeting I asked Cara if she was OK. She held up the 24hour keytag. “I’ve traded my fifteen years clean for this piece of plastic. This is the third 24hour tag I’ve gotten in the last year.”
After the meeting I asked Cara if she was OK. She held up the 24hour keytag. “I’ve traded my fifteen years clean for this piece of plastic. This is the third 24hour tag I’ve gotten in the last year.”
“I know it sucks,” I said. “But you still know what you
know.”
“What would that be? What the hell do I know?”
“You know you can stay sober. You know the rewards. You know
people who want to help you.”
Cara smiled, just a little at the corners of her mouth. “Oh,
what do you know?”
“I know knowing is like a flashlight that lets you see in
dark times. I knew when I hit bottom there was a way out. I knew I didn’t want
to be the person I’d become. I knew it was going to be hard.”
To my surprise, Cara agreed with me. “Sometimes knowing
comes before accepting, or doing,” she said with a sigh.
Today I’ll be grateful for what I know.
Dogged Determination ©2018 & 2019 by Ken Montrose
Dogged Determination is a work of fiction. Any similarity between
the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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Montrose are available at: www.greenbriartraining.com
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