I went jogging this morning, the first jog in the early morning of the new school year. I’m out on the street by 5:20am, it’s still mostly dark and it’s still the same night for some people I encounter.
This is morning I saw two separate really drunk people. It was just starting to rain and a woman was sitting on the sidewalk in all white resisting, with weak and halted slaps, the help of her boyfriend to get her standing up. Another was a guy on the walking path laying propped up on one elbow holding a water bottle and a puddle of something in front of him while his friends stood smoking in a half circle around him.
I don’t ever ever have to be in their shoes again. Instead I get to be in my running shoes, in a light sun-tropical rain starting my morning off right. Thank you. Thank you.
-Drinking: A Love Story by Caroline Knapp -Almost Alcoholic by Joseph Nowinski and Robert Doyle -After the Tears: Helping Adult Children of Alcoholics Heal Their Childhood by Jane Middelton-Moz and Lorie Dwinell