my daily reflections…

when i used to hang with other sorted types, i noticed even though we had a common goal and would stick together, most of the time, when the goods ran out, we ran out on each other. there was never any real true unity. here in this thing we do, there seems to be, even more than in usin, a desire to stay connected to others fer me. as i look back, i can count some of the people i would run with, have passed on, alone and lonely. as i look into today, i can see many of my friends stay together and hang tight. fer me, there is a desire to stay with people who are united in one purpose, stayin sober and in recovery. my HP has provided me the opportunity to live with this group and remain, yet live, as 1. 1 day @ a time...