I received a text from a friend of my daughter’s last evening. It was long. It was full of anguish. It was desperate. My daughter gave this young guy my number because she knows he is struggling with a colossal drinking/drugging problem. My auto-pilot reaction was something like: “damn – she outed me – another person knows I am in recovery…” Recognizing that I was in reaction, I took a deep breath and chose another perspective. This is the same daughter who was so upset that I felt I needed to quit drinking and could not do it without help from a recovery group. She was embarrassed. That was a few years ago. Fast forward to today and she is proud of her sober mama – so proud in fact, she is recommending me to her own friends who are in trouble and scared. “My mom would be more than happy to help you… Here is her number…” Guess she is not embarrassed any more. I love recovery and I love that I get to go pick her friend up tomorrow morning at 6:30am and take him to his first meeting. I can not think of a single thing I would rather do than help another suffering alcoholic who is afraid and out of control. Does it get any better than this? Little by slowly I am becoming the woman I dreamed of being when I was a little girl. I could not have said that when I was still showing off my purple teeth and blood shot eyes. And the gifts keep on coming!