Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Butterfly On A Pink Flower

Daily Reflection


The alcoholic may find it hard to re-establish friendly
relations with his children. . . . In time they will see
that he is a new man and in their own way they will let
him know it. . . . From that point on, progress will be
rapid. Marvelous results often follow such a reunion.

While on the road to recovery I received a gift that
could not be purchased. It was a card from my son in
college, saying, “Dad, you can’t imagine how glad I
am that everything is okay. Happy Birthday, I love you.”
My son had told me that he loved me before. It had been
during the previous Christmas holidays, when he had said
to me, while crying, “Dad, I love you! Can’t you see what
you’re doing to yourself?” I couldn’t. Choked with emotion,
I had cried, but this time, when I received my son’s card,
my tears were tears of joy, not desperation.