The other night I went to a meeting that was held at a recovery center in downtown Plymouth. It was a fantastic meeting. Very welcoming, nice chairs, coffee and a lot of new faces. A lot of young new faces. Everyone had the courage to share their feelings about where they were at and with out judgement from anyone else in the room.
The young ones coming into recovery give me more hope than they will ever know. I made it here when I was 35, and I am now 46 and I feel like my life is still just beginning. These kids are coming in at 18 and many in their 20’s. If they are able to get this early in life they are truly blessed. The sad part is that they are so young and already struggling with addiction. If they don’t stick and stay the outcome is most likely to be one that consists of jails, institutions or death.
Leaving the meeting I felt great. I had made some new friends and I had that feeling of relief and connection that I receive from recovery meetings. The relief is from my own self centeredness. I was able to listen to others and identify with what they were saying.
We walked outside of the meeting and parked right in front of the recovery center was a sick and suffering addict. We did not know if he was alive or dead. He was in the drivers seat of his car and was clearly not well. He had a hospital bracelet on and was passed out. My good friend knocked on the window of the car to see if he would respond. After a few good knocks on the window the man (kid only about 20ish) came to screaming “help me”!!!!
“But For The Grace Of God Go I”. This is hell on earth. This is also hope on earth. All of us coming out of that meeting knew in our hearts that that could be any one of us at any given minute. That sick addict was parked in front of a recovery center, he awoke screaming for help. We can hope and pray that we see him at a meeting some day sitting upright, with clear eyes and an open heart ready to heal.
When I came home I was able to share that experience with my own son who is currently 18. He and I are both able to be honest about the feelings that arise on a daily basis, the good and the bad. These experiences make me appreciate what I have in my own life and also compel me to share with others who might be struggling, that it does get better. There is a way out.