This morning my brother called me and told me that his best friend died of an overdose. It made me grateful for my recovery. I thought about my feelings last night that I should eliminate weekend night meetings and the treatment center meeting due to the rigors of family life. I had a change of heart.

I thought about our friend who died. I remembered a time long ago when I was a hard drinker and partier my life was unmanageable. I remember that he was good at moderating and he would sometimes tell me I should ease up on the excesses. I remember that he had a great quality of life, a good job, a house, good character, and peace of mind. I wanted the quality of life that he had and he inspired me to change so that I might get it.

I got to do some good branch clearing and chop down a tree.

Today thanks be to God, I have what he had and more. Today he gave me another inspiration. I could lose my quality of life or, my life, if I don't keep close to God and perform his work well.

We went to my nephew's birthday party today. I got to have a good talk with my dad.

I went to my son's teammate's birthday party after that. We had a great time and I was glad to get to know them.

When we got home, the neighborhood kid that is questionable was in our side and possibly back yard. I had to scold him and I was very suspicious as to what he was doing given that our house and others have been entered. I felt bad for him because of the possibility for the low quality of life in his home.

My son and I closed out the night with a ball game.

Thanks be to God for this life.