Hi. My name is Monica. And… I’ve been sitting out there trying to talk myself out of doing this. I don’t like talking in front of crowds… but I love Miss Alice.

She was my sponsor. She always made sure I went to my meetings and she checked in with me almost every day. She even took me to my meetings a few times when I was planning to skip. I have been clean for five months this time.

I – I – I am the reason Miss Alice was there. I’m so sorry. I…

If I had only gone to my meeting… But the craving was so strong… I mean… I had no idea she would come find me. I don’t even know how she knew where I’d be. I can’t believe this is all happening.

I remember how shocked I was when I heard her voice that night. “Monica, You don’t need this.” The fact that she spoke so softly – instead of yelling at me – caught my attention. Her voice was so kind and loving. I immediately knew she was right. “You deserve better than what that stuff can offer you,” she said. Then she took my arm and turned me around… we started walking away.

I don’t know what I will do without Miss Alice. But there are two things I wanted to do for her… two very hard things. One was to speak here – to say how much she had done for me – to say how much I love her. The other… I know I’ve got to stay clean.

 

(This is part 19 of 26 of the story What Happened to Alice. To see the full listing click here.)

 

9 thoughts on “Sponsor”
  1. Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnn……

    The plot thickens!

    Heather M. Gardner
    Co-host: Blogging from A to Z April Challenge
    Blog: The Waiting is the Hardest Part [http://hmgardner.blogspot.com/]

  2. Oh, man, I’ve missed a few entries… Totally behind on my A-to-Z posts and visits and replies (among other things, haha), but I *will* catch up. Especially with Alice’s story. Though I’m dreading the end… I don’t think this turns out well for her. And she sounds like such a lovely person. The casualties of good fiction, eh? 😉

    Thanks for the visits over at Quiet Laughter — and I *love* that you used “hopi laf” to your daughter. Who knows, Chuck… Maybe it’ll catch like wildfire and in a couple of weeks all these teenagers will be saying “hopi laf, man” to each other — and you’ll be the cool dad that started it all 😀

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