Posted by: Dennie | July 28, 2013

Alcoholism Kills

Disease

1. Medical Condition. A condition in humans, plants or animals that results in pathological symptoms and is not the direct result of physical injury.

2. Specific Disorder. A disorder in humans, animals or plants with recognizable signs and often having a known cause.

Alcoholism

Addiction to alcohol. Dependence on alcohol consumption to an extent that adversely affects social and work related functioning and produces withdrawal symptoms when intake is stopped or greatly reduced.

Addiction

A state of physiological or psychological dependence on a potentially harmful drug.

Alcoholism is a condition in humans that is not the direct result of physical injury. A disorder, the cause is alcohol. Alcoholics are dependent on alcohol, addicted to alcohol. They cannot stop drinking by themselves. Sometimes, they choose to get help. Sometimes they choose to drink the entirety of their lives. And sometimes, they die.

At three this afternoon, we got a phone call. Alcoholism killed our friend John today. When I first met him, he had been enjoying eighteen years of sobriety.  He was a huge man, intimidating in appearance, but gentle in nature. He possessed a cannon of a voice, deep, resounding, magnetic. I remember asking if he were in broadcasting. He was successful, owned a business, a home. He had a wife and a beautiful little daughter. But medical issues which required the need for prescription drugs, eventually led him back to alcohol, then drugs, then both. He struggled mightily for the last several years, then, as far as I know, died alone in a hotel.

His is the second life in as many weeks that has been claimed by alcohol and I’ve known countless others that have died since I came into the rooms. Cunning, baffling, powerful, alcohol  has no prejudice and knows no boundaries. It can just as easily take a homeless street person as it can a corporate vice president. It is ugly, sly and dangerous. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

People ask why I continue to go to meetings after having so many years of sobriety. This is why. Like going to the gym, my meetings help to keep me strong. But unlike exercise, if I discontinue meetings,  my chances of staying sober, and alive, reduce dramatically. I love my life today and I’m not ready to die. I make a daily choice not to drink. I make a daily choice  not to die.

Rest in peace, John.

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  1. Very well said I hope it reaches many,but most of all I hope it helps at least one.


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