Had something cool happen last night. Last night was on an aftercare meeting with my treatment center. The guy running the meeting is named Mac. He was a former patient at that same treatment center about 5 years ago. I had checked in on a Wednesday and that Monday I was still assigned to the medical unit and in a valium haze. I don't remember much about those 4-5 days. Hell, I even lost a complete day. But that Monday night, another dude and I wondered in to an 'aftercare' meeting. I later found out it was about 10 patients and 2 guys that I thought were counselors but later learned they were former patients who came back to campus a few times a week for meetings and to give back.
I hadn't seen Mac in about 8 months. We just keep missing each other at these meetings. They have 5 a week. There are 30 people in last nights Zoom and Mac starts the meeting. "First I would like to have Hulla start off tonight. I first met him in this very meeting and if my memory serves correctly, he has a two year anniversary this coming Saturday." I still can't believe he even remembers me, much less remember the first time we met, but fuck me...how does he remember my sobriety date.
After that first meeting, I would see Mac at Sunday Service an always try to get into his group for Aftercare and I would call him while I was in treatment just to get his ideas on situations. Just a cool, laid back guy who is also a friend of Richard Royer, who wrote "Breathing Underwater".
Sorry for the rambling, but I was blown away.