Page 31 in the series Before the Pirates Came*
It was a beautiful day in Providence. Summer was winding down and Miranda was adjusting to life as a “normal girl” taking lithium. Brian was busy at the office doing sports physicals and Miranda was on her way to the campus to take a final exam. She loved taking classes at her alma mater and Brian was delighted that she was moving in a healthy direction.
Molecular Biology of Plants 511 was the toughest class she had taken since graduating last spring. Since becoming active in the Providence Orchid Society, Miranda found that growing the rare, delicate plants had a calming effect and challenged her to study something new. She couldn’t wait to tell the ladies about her thriving Slippers of Venus and a special fertilizer that promotes root growth. She would write about it in the newsletter!
Miranda was still drinking, but less than before. She was honest with her doctors, explaining that she was struggling with sobriety but was faithfully taking her medication. Lydia Ogletree recently told her that she herself was a recovering alcoholic. She had 21 years of sobriety and was active in Alcoholics Anonymous. Miranda could hardly believe that someone as polished and smart as Lydia had ever been drunk, but Lydia assured her she was wrong.
Miranda went to some AA meetings, and Lydia introduced her around. She enjoyed listening to the speakers who talked about what it was like when they were drinking, what happened that made them want to change, and what life was like today thanks to “the program” and their “Higher Power.”
Some of the members had really struggled. A pretty girl named Brittany (who was Miranda’s age) had gotten pregnant in her teens while she was drinking and using drugs. Her boyfriend was dealing cocaine out of his basement, and when she got caught with some coke hidden in her car, she couldn’t talk her way out of it. Her dad was a judge in a neighboring county and the situation couldn’t have been worse.
She was drunk when the officer took her in. Not only did she have to spend some time in juvenile detention, her parents made her give up her baby. That was rock bottom. With the help of AA she ditched the loser boyfriend, and was sober and happy today. Like everyone else at the meetings, she thanked her Higher Power.
One thing Miranda learned at AA was this: If you want to get sober, you have to change your friends, places, and things. What about Brian’s colleagues who liked to drink? His civic groups– the Kiwanis, Rotarians, and Noon Optimists? There were the ladies at the club and her friends on campus who liked to go out and party. Even certain members of the Orchid Society had martinis at lunch. How in the world was Miranda supposed to change all that? It seemed impossible and she questioned whether the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous were right for her.
She wondered if a Higher Power could help…
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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