Saint Benedict father of Monasticism (one of my dear wife's favorite saints.)
Eleven: Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry it out.
The Tsunami had ended and I washed ashore too tired too drink and too tired too die. A shadow engulfed me from all sides. "The end was near...one way or another." The darkness of this moment was indescribable.
My last drink of despair was on Reiger Street in Dallas, Texas. A fitting location if you know the neighborhood. The Four Horsemen waited in the alley...but they had grown tired of this "denizen."
Stripped bare of my own resources on June 23rd of 2005 the words of my spiritual advisor echoed into the universe and the depth of my soul. "David you are the type of alcoholic that can only get sober with a spiritual experience." "Why don't you just do step 11 for one year and nothing else." Since that day it has never occurred to me to take a drink.
Phil has moved on from this world to a place where the Four Horsemen do not roam. Just the horses that frolic in the fields called "peace."