Thursday, February 08, 2007


He fell to the floor with a loud thud, a few people turned around to look. One man helped him up, gently setting him down in the rear of the bus. A kind old babushka picked up his hat, handed it to him and went back to her seat. One or two passengers in front of me turned to peek at the drunken man then turned around as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The pretty, young cashier was highly agitated with the man at her counter. He asked her questions that had nothing to do with making his purchase... and she was in no mood to small talk with him. He reeked of alcohol. He slurred his speech. She rang up his groceries, put them in a bag, laid his change down in front of him and started to wait on me all without a word. As he left the store, the cashiers closest to her began to laugh. One of them commented on being able to breathe again.

Everyday, we see people who drink too much. Everyday we see people affected by those who drink too much. Everyday we pray for those around us to realize that only a Power greater than themselves can help them stop drinking.

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