96. Missing You

Matey, DUI Dave, Marjorie, Andra, Norman, Terrence, and The Kid all moved on.  To my surprise, I missed them.  It made me think of all the people who passed through my life.  Most I'd never get to know well enough to miss.  I was grateful I'd gotten the chance to know them, at least a little.

My first sponsor had been explaining the AA slogan 'life on life's terms' when he said, "The more people you love, the more funerals you go to.  Life's terms can seem harsh, but the people you miss the most are usually the people you were lucky enough to spend the most time with. Life's terms don't seem so harsh when you look at that way."

Today I will be grateful for people I miss.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

95. Away All Boats!

I never got to know The Kid very well, but I ran into him years later at a gas station.  He had stayed clean and sober.

“It tore my heart out, but I got far away from my family,” he said.  “You know what opened my eyes? An old war movie.  The captain of this merchant ship insisted they weren’t in any danger right up until the German torpedo hit.  The sailors swam away so they wouldn’t get caught in the undertow when the ship sank.  My family was like that ship, cruising along, refusing to see they were in dangerous waters. The only difference between me and those sailors is I didn’t wait for the ship to get torpedoed.”

 

Today I won’t wait for the torpedo.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

94. Hold The Door

On Andra's last day she told me she was having dinner with her deceased sister's ex-husband and his new wife.  He had invited Andra to dinner every year on her birthday since the accident.  Every year she had made excuses not to go, including the three years she had been sober.

"Ken, I thought seeing him would just be too sad," Andra said. "Even after I rejected his offer time and again, he held the door open for me.  Now I realize  why. He wanted me to see what was on the other side of my grief.  He wanted me to bounce back the way he had.  I was so rude to him.  I'm so grateful he waited for me to be ready to walk through that door."

Today I will be grateful for people who hold doors open for me. 

Sober Not Somber (c) 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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92. Lasting Change

On Matey’s last day the group asked him what he had learned. He said, “Lasting change is less about what you don’t do and more about what you do instead. I seen people relapse ‘cause they did nothing but miss the booze.  I met miserable people with years clean bitter ‘cause they couldn’t drink.  That won’t be me, I’m finding things to do.”  He listed a few, then whispered something in Connie Lee’s ear that made her blush.  She laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. 

“It’s like a diet,” Connie Lee said. “If you replace food you like with things you don’t, you won’t stay on it long.”

Today I will remember lasting change is less about what you don’t do, and more about what you do instead.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

91. Surprise!

When I got home, Blondie and Brat Boy had ordered my favorite pizza, wings, and salads.  It had been a long day, and I appreciated the nice surprise.  When they were little I had liked to surprise them with fast food meals or small toys.  I wondered, when was the last time I had surprised anyone?

Today I will surprise someone with a small act of kindness.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

90. Promises, Promises

At the end of the day I passed DUI Dave in the parking lot.  He was shaking his head. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I told Terrence when he could run again, I’d go jogging with him,” David said.  “He says he’ll be ready by summer.” 

“That’s great,” I said, “You two can keep each other motivated.”

He shook his head again.  “You don’t understand. People in my family don’t run unless we’re being chased. Usually by the police, or somebody’s husband.  I only offered ‘cause I wanted to cheer him up. He could barely walk when he first got here.  I didn’t think he’d ever run again.  Now I gotta go jogging with him ‘cause I promised. My family’s a bunch of violent drunks, but we keep our promises.” He laughed, “You almost never hear any of us promise not to drink.”

I wasn’t sure I believed Dave.  Broken promises were usually part of addiction.  But if he kept his promise, he’d do himself and Terrence a lot of good.

Today I will be grateful for people who keep their promises.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

89. Bad Decisions

We transferred Norman to another site. He hooked up with a woman half his age.  They dropped out of treatment together.  She dumped him the day her boyfriend got out of prison.  Thinking younger women were his problem, he had a series of short relationships with slightly older women.  Comparing them to AA coins awarded for a single day sober, Andra called these women ‘Norm’s twenty-four hour chippies.’  He got another DUI driving one home from a bar.

Andra, who’d been sober for three years before she relapsed the last time, had some insight.  “Sleeping with Norman?” she said. “A bad decision, but bad decisions just come naturally.  Having the drink, eating the brownie, buying the shoes you don’t really need –so much easier than doing the right thing.  And once you’ve made the bad decision, momentum carries you into the bad habit.  Do you know I called Norman to say I’d forgiven him?  I wanted him to come over for round two.  Some young girl answered his phone.  Otherwise, just like Norm, I might have started the same bad habit of hooking-up just because I was bored.  Bad decisions become bad habits that end badly.”

Today I will remember, bad decisions can easily become bad habits that end badly.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and someone you might know is purely coincidental.)

88. Good Advice

The next day I could feel the tension as people walked past my office to the group room.  The night before, Norman and Andra had skipped an AA meeting to work on their recovery from a horizontal position. At the worst possible moment, Norman had called Andra his soon-to-be ex-wife's name. While Norman tried to laugh off his mistake, Andra hadn't been amused.  She had thrown Norman's clothes out the bedroom window and sent Norman after them.  She dropped his keys in the bushes below the window and told Norman she was calling the police to report a burglary.  

The Other Ken had advised Norman to get his life in order before he started a romantic relationship. He had told Andra she had a few issues to deal with before she got involved with someone.  

Despite The Other Ken's years of experience, all he had taught them, and their respect for him, Norman and Andra had ignored his advice.   Norman told me he'd been too lonely to listen to The Other Ken.  He asked to be transferred to another site.  Andra told the group Norman was an idiot. She hadn't had a drink, but she wanted one more than she had in months. 

Today I won't ignore good advice. 

Sober Not Somber (c) 2015, 2016

87. On the Other Hand

On the other hand, I was grateful for the first caller who got right to the point.

Today I will be grateful for people who can get right to the point.

Sober Not Somber (c) 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

86. Are You Listening
The phone rang.  Somebody wanted to schedule a training.  She gave me a brief history of the conference and what they needed from me. We agreed on a time. In ten minutes we exchanged all the pertinent information.

Two hours later the phone rang again. The caller sounded like a scared young man.  He had a list of questions about rehab and getting clean.  Each question was a signpost to one of his fears.  Being a young man, he didn't want to admit being afraid, so he wrapped every question in a lengthy, rambling, explanation of why he was asking. He frequently contradicted himself, and I suspected he had large gaps in his memory.  The conversation was frustrating, to say the least.

After almost an hour on the phone, I finally knew enough to say, "Of course you're scared, but get help anyway, today before you change your mind.  I'm going to transfer you to Ms. Rella who will get you started."

He said he wasn't scared, didn't really need help today, but would talk to Ms. Rella anyway. At that point I was glad I'd listened.

Today I will try to listen to people who have trouble telling their story.

Sober Not Somber (c) 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

85. If He Did It, I Want To Too

I saw Connie Lee enter the center, but I couldn't hear her, which was unusual.  I found her talking to Bitsi and Max The New Guy in his office.  Between sobs and smiles, Connie Lee said, "Matey hasn't been sober  a month, and some of his old friends are calling.  They want to know if he can help them or somebody they know. You know why they're getting in touch? 'Cause of what he did in 'Nam, and with his life.  People want to follow his example."
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Today I will remember, the more I accomplish, the better an example I can set.

Sober Not Somber (c) 2015 and 2016 by Ken Montrose

84. Magic Time

As we all finally walked inside, I noticed Terence wasn’t limping as badly as he had been. 

“You’re looking better,” I said.  “How’s your hip?”

“Healing,” he said with a broad smile.  “I got a new physical therapist.  He makes me work harder, but he increased the amount of rest time.  I think he’s found just the right mix.  Although, I gotta say, I didn’t really rest my hip the way the first physical therapist told me to.  Just letting time pass without putting any more strain on the hip has done magic. Do what you can and let time pass.”

I thought that formula applied to a lot of things in life.

Today I will do what I can and let time work its magic.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

83. If You Listen Carefully, You Can Hear The Universe Laugh

Marjorie must have circled around the office park.  She drove by to flip us off again and hit a tree.  Despite the car’s airbags, Marjorie – the very person trying to alert people to the connection between binge drinking and head injury -- got a concussion. Some would call Marjorie's head injury just a coincidence and blame it on a defective airbag.  I could almost hear the universe laughing.  She had tempted fate and gotten burned.

Today I will beware: the universe has a wicked sense of humor and loves irony.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

82. Rules Not Meant To Be Broken

While I was talking to The Kid, Marjorie wandered inside.  Ten minutes later she burst through the double doors with Bitsi (Bridget The Super Intern) in hot pursuit.  Bitsi told Marjorie she couldn’t stay in outpatient treatment with a BAC of .16.  Marjorie said she’d drive herself home, and headed toward her car.  Just then The Other Ken came out and told Marjorie she could go inpatient, that he’d arranged a bed for her. She told him where he could go, she was going home, and we couldn’t stop her.  The Other Ken said if she got behind the wheel, he’d have to call the police.

“Can’t!” Marjorie said, smirking and swaying.  “You gotta follow confidentiality rules.  You can’t say anything.”  The Other Ken told her confidentiality could be broken when a crime was being committed.  She flipped him off and drove away.  He went inside to call the police.

Bitsi and I exchanged sad looks.  Not obeying one rule by driving drunk, and not understanding the confidentiality rule, might cost Marjorie dearly.  She was likely to get another DUI, lose her husband, and probably her job. 

“It’s ironic,” Bitsi said, “She liked to complain how younger addicts bent and played with the rules during her last inpatient stay.”

Today I will remember some rules are not to be played with.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

81. A Photoshopped Life

“You know where I want to go?” The Kid asked. “Somewhere I’m not photoshopped into the picture.  Do you know what I mean?” I didn’t, and The Kid went on.

He said, “If someone does a good job with photo shop, you can hardly tell the picture was changed.  But look closely, you’ll see something doesn’t fit.  I’ve always felt that way about my life.  I shouldn’t be running the family finances.  I’m a kid photoshopped into an adult role.  The role doesn’t fit me, but to the outside world, I look like part of a picture perfect family.  I don’t think I can stay sober until I cut myself out of that picture.”  

I smiled, thinking he was wise beyond his years.  He had taken an old adage, ‘To thine own self be true,’ and given it a modern twist, ‘Don’t live a photoshopped life.’

Today I won’t live a photoshopped life.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

80. Follow Me! (Or not…)

“My parents think I’m crazy for going to rehab,” The Kid said.  “Their lives are so warped they don’t see anything wrong with mine. My sister can’t see past her report card and the bathroom scale.  She thinks my overdose was an accident.  I want to shake them, make them see we all need to change.  Lead them to something better.”

Terrence said, “Before you try to lead them, you gotta explore that better place yourself.  Before you convince your sister she needs help, you gotta show her you’re not crazy, that getting help changed your life.”

“And kid,” Matey said, “You can’t know if or when they’ll follow you.  Connie Lee got help a long time ago. I’m just now following her example. But, if she hadn’t gone exploring on her own, there’d be no path for me to follow. You do what you gotta do to find your path.”

Today I will remember before I can lead, I have to explore.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

79. Not Waiting for the Near Death Experience

“Hi Marty,” The Kid said to the man in the ball cap. Later The Kid explained his father got sued a lot and Marty often served the papers.  “Dad’s addicted to money.  He makes a little through shady deals, but mostly he lives off my mother’s inheritance.  Mom’s addicted to drama and sex.  Choosing just the wrong partner feeds both her addictions. Dad won’t leave her because of his.  My fifteen-year-old sister makes straight A’s, hasn’t gained a pound since she was twelve, and looks like she’s thirty without her makeup.  She’s addicted to perfection, control, and energy drinks.” 

“And you?” I asked.

“I was addicted to keeping the family together.  And Ambien and vodka.” He paused, and added, “The philosopher was wrong.  The overdose that didn’t kill me didn’t make me stronger.  It made me see I needed to make myself stronger. I’ve got a lot of heavy lifting to do, starting with separating from my family.” He smiled, but wiped his eyes.  

Today I’ll make myself stronger. I won’t wait for something to almost kill me.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

78. Row, Row, Row

When DUI Dave saw that Marjorie had been drinking, he hit the roof.

Marjorie had a dozen excuses, none of which made a dent in Dave’s anger.  I thought Dave went a little overboard, but his intentions were good.

It reminded me of an argument I’d overheard about self-groups.  The first man said self-help groups were just a place for people to whine about their troubles. The second man said a good group supports people, but confronts them about making excuses and whining.  He went on to say having someone in the same boat helps because they know when you’re conning yourself and them.  They don’t want to hear why you aren’t  helping yourself, why you aren’t rowing.   

Today I’ll row rather than trying to con my boat mates.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

77. Parting Shots

The next day Norman was standing in front of the building with the smokers when I got there.  A tall, thin man in a baseball cap approached the group.  I recognized him, but couldn’t remember where we’d met. When he pulled an envelope from his pocket, I knew.  He had served me papers years earlier when Dave from my home-group  –  not to be confused with DUI Dave  – had tried to sue me for not getting him out of jail.

The man in the ball cap handed Norman an envelope. Divorce papers.  DUI Dave told the man to hit the road.  Matey put his arm around Norman’s shoulder.  Andra tried to hide her smile. Marjorie stumbled up to the group, a little unsteady on her feet.

I understood Norman’s wife’s anger.  He’d run up enormous fines and court costs.  Far worse, he had almost killed their son. Having papers served on him in front of his new friends may have been her parting shot.  In her shoes, I might have done the same.  On the other hand, I had seen parting shots invite return fire.  If the wronged person could, they were better off letting things go and moving on quietly.

Today I will try to let go quietly.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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

76. Batter Battles

Blondie announced she was making dinner and Brat Boy was going to help. Blondie alone could make dinner in thirty minutes.  With Brat Boy’s help she might finish in just under two hours.

One would hit the other with a spatula. There’d be a chase. Blondie would sprinkle flour in Brat Boy’s hair and tell him he was going gray.  Work would stop for really bad dancing and singing. One of them would try to rap. Somebody would forget whether he or she had added one of the ingredients.  They would laugh and carry on until my wife or I asked them to please hurry up.

When Blondie made her announcement I was worrying about election politics, and money I might not collect for trainings because of my state’s budget impasse.  I had been thinking about people I loved getting old, the heroin epidemic, college tuition, and work piling up.  ‘I don’t have time for this,’ I thought at first.  ‘I need this,’ I thought next. “Can you guys make brownies?” I asked.  ‘Batter battle,’ I thought to myself. ‘Nothing funnier.’

No matter what worries I have today, I will make time for silliness and laughter.

Sober Not Somber © 2015, 2016 by Ken Montrose

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