I woke up at 9:30 a.m. I had missed a very important meeting.
I had an awful hangover. My head was pounding. I tried to get up and was in immediate pain. The room was spinning.
I swim occasionally and sometimes used exercise as a hangover cure. I headed to the pool at the local YMCA. I couldn’t swim. I was going through the motions but my body was still too poisoned by alcohol to function.
I showered and got in my car to head to my office (all of 1 mile away). I couldn’t even do that. I pulled over and slept for a few minutes in my car.
What happened next I can only attribute to a spiritual awakening: I woke up and said to myself, “you need help and need to find an AA meeting.” I had never thought about AA before. I had certainly never considered myself an alcoholic (there was an overabundance of evidence that I was but I was in denial prior to that moment).
AA was the last thing on my mind before that moment in time.
Spiritual awakenings seem to happen in random places, in random ways, at random times. This was one of those times. God seemed to guide my thoughts into a meeting.
I found an AA meeting on my phone less than half a mile from where I was. I had no idea what to expect. Other than movie and television depictions, I’d never had any exposure to AA.
When I got to the meeting I found my way into the basement of the church, took a deep breath, and walked in. The feeling I had was like getting ready to jump into freezing water. It took my breath away.
I thought about turning around at that moment, but I walked through the door. I knew at that moment life wouldn’t be the same.
I knew going through the door meant my life was about to be changed forever.