Having had one of those wrung-out dish rag shifts at work, I am going to spend the rest of my waking hours clinging to the fact that not one but two former clients stopped in at the house this week to tell us how well they are doing.
One of them has two and a half years of sobriety, a well-paying job that he loves, an ever-improving relationship with his family. The other has almost a year and a half of sobriety, also a well-paying job and newly strengthened relationships with family and friends. Both of them stopped by to tell us how grateful they are for the help they got at our house.
Please excuse me while I sit in the corner chanting under my breath, "Sometimes it works. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it works."