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Flexibility" was not a part of the vocabulary we used in our getting loaded days. We have become obsessed with the raw pleasure of our drugs and hardened to all the softer, subtler, infinitely varied pleasures of the world around us. Our disease had turned are life into a constant threat of jails, institutions, and death, a threat against which we hardened ourselves all the more. In the end we became brittle. With the merest breath of life's wind we crumbled at last, broken, defeated, with no choice but to surrender.

But the beautiful irony of recovery is that, in our surrender, we found that flexibility we had lost in our addiction, the very lack of which had defeated us. We regained the ability to bend in life's breeze without breaking. When the wind blew, we felt its loving caress against our skin, where once we would have hardened ourselves as if against the onrush of a storm.

Today I will try to be more flexible in life and on the road of recovery

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Very true, no flexibility when being selfish and not sober, i can not wait to have the wind hit my face and bend with flexibility.. That is true wealth.. Thanks