Last night at a birthday party attended by some 25 addicts, alcoholics and ex-convicts I witnessed the recovery miracle in action.
Sitting at one side of the room was an ex-felon, off of meth for over four years, who was holding his 18 week old granddaughter on his lap. The radiant glow on his face said more than any words. Nearby was the son with whom he’d reunited a year earlier.
Two others at the party also had new babies with them, the result of relationships they’d entered after a few years of sobriety. They were typical young parents, quieting crying children, changing diapers, filling bottles, wiping up messes.
And the conversation in the room was like that heard at any social gathering: it was about family, work, health, sports – the minutiae of everyday life that can be heard at any corner of society. No fights, no arguments, no drama, just pleasant social chatter among clean and sober people.
Yet, there was an undercurrent of knowing, an unspoken recognition that this happy gathering wouldn’t have been possible had we not turned our lives over to a Higher Power and entered recovery.