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Curtis McGirt's avatar

My dad was an alcoholic. He stopped drinking when I was four years old. I've heard enough stories like this one to know that it certainly could have been true.

Dad didn't drink every day, but was a binge drunk. He'd go 8 or 9 month without drinking, then he drank until he could keep nothing on his stomach. He wasn't violent. He only hurt himself and, emotionally, his family. With the help of a neighbor he got sober. He and the neighbor drove 85 miles one way to AA meetings twice a week for one year until they could form their own group. Dad became one of the members who would "answer the call" and go visit when a drunk needed help.

Dad died at 79 with 42 years of sobriety and until the day he died, he would still "answer the call."

He always kept a pint of whiskey in a dresser drawer and I asked him one day "Why?" "It's to remind me of all I have to lose if I ever take another drink."

He's still the best man I've ever known.

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Pieter Geerkens's avatar

The story may be apocryphal, as I've encountered it a few times in the past - but that doesn't make it any less true, in either a literal or metaphorical sense. It's always an enjoyable read when I encounter it, as well as a valuable life lesson.

Thank you.

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