Today I got a coworker to help me by hauling some compost for my garden. He brought it here and talked to me for an hour or more. I found out that he had been all over the country and that he had been in the military and been all over Asia as well. He also told me that he was newly sober, he had been so for six months. I told him that I have been clean and sober for almost six years and his jaw dropped. There was a time when mine would have done the same thing. Just thinking about going that long when your freshly dried out seems unfathomable but now I'm looking forward to sobriety for the rest of my life. When your newly sober six days seems like an eternity, let alone six months. He said that he's fighting bouts of depression and that sometimes the urge to drink is strong. Just for a few days but strong none the less. We talked about his family and all kinds of things. But then something terrible happened, when he went to leave he scraped the side of his truck going through the narrow opening of my gate which put a big dent and a bunch of white scratches on it, and he also broke his mirror on the corner of my house. I feel terrible. Here I am asking for help and he was nice enough to give it to me and then this. He said he wasn't mad and that it was only a truck but we'll see tomorrow.
I was really hoping to be able to share Jesus with him and I don't want this or anything else to get in the way.
No comments:
Post a Comment