Alcoholics and Addicts Stories

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In the misty cool breezy morning the sky was calm as the Captain steered his mosaic compass

wheel patiently upon his soberly foundation ship. For his peaceful clear large eyes were

lost in a spiritual hazily vision of the cold still foggy ocean being accompany by seagulls feeding

upon its open blue deep sea, while the dolphins were splashing a game of distant riddles, and the

whales spraying the mist of mammal life a distant to humbly see. For the calm winds whistled the

spiritual fiddle. The mist of joy, the true sober peace, and the freedom was clear to see for the

spiritual Captain to be in a place of meditation and a place of serene. For today, he has earned his

sober medallion with a cup of fresh brew roasted coffee marinated in a tearful loss, and a bitter

of sadden taste of momentarily happiness, and a glass of salty tea of breeze that gave his sober

journey a wheeze and a silent whisper, “thank you God for we.”

For the Captain surly loved his life of sobriety and his birth of faith upon the gifted seas. The gift

of emotions and feelings he cherished to share his joy and the pain of life with the magical rain of

colorful memories that he had lost and gained. For his cotton coated ears sounded open to his

crew-mates laughter, joy, their struggles, and ahoy….

For the Captain was not alone upon the cold blue waters and cold blue waters was not alone with

out him. For his loneliness slowly gave birth to a power greater than him and the words of wisdom

he gather from strangers and friends gave the Captain a compass of strength to steer away from

the darken seas and the bitter sin of gin, but it also gave him joy of prayers and hymens… For

the Captain surly knew the seas of life, but it was the storms of the unknown he feared but prayed

for might.

Suddenly, the Captain opened his wide eyes to the sound of a familiar rumbling. For the seas

and the skies had darken and raised the mother of all soberly twirling storms. The winds of great

loss. The waves of guilt and shame. The thunder of pain and flashing lightning memories of

trauma pounded the rain through his broken heart. For his vision became true and his mist of

divinely words he uttered through, “For what I see upon the darken seas and what lie stills upon its

water for thy have given it away, but the mother of all sober storms has calling me once again and

comes back my way. What thy to pray for just for another sober day. Please give thee thy

strength to ring thy helping bell. For the storm of hell has giving thy only a life of gray and a empty

sober well… God be with us…. And for us who fishes for faith."

"All to your stations…. For the sober storm of hell has arise… All to your stations," cried out the

Captain.

For the Captain's crew scrambled upon their stations. For the crew knew the Captain would go

down upon his own ship, but they also knew the Captain's ship was rebuilt with we's and if any I’s

were to abandon the we's then the I's would be lost and adrift alone in a darken salty sea-shell as a

pearl of beauty trapped deep down in the ocean weeds of salted tears and covered in murky sand

to fear…

The Captain and his crew battled the soberly storm as the Captain held onto the ships wheel he

cried the waves upon his humbly cheeks and the mist of his broken heart gave a glow as a burning

candle giving light trough the darkness, and his shivering feet became the auger of the ship for his

sober foundation he surly gripped and all and all the unknown became to fall as the sun appeared

with rays of faith as the Captain open his eyes to give grace. For the sober storm has passed and

the Captain's spiritual awakening was surly written all over his thankful, humble, and spiritual face.