As I woke up this morning, sipping on my expresso the phone rang it was a long distance call I knew by he ring of the phone, pick up...hello...hello finally a voice that I could hardly make out, he had to tell me his name a couple of times for me to figure out who it was. John was at the other end a therapist wich whom I work and did support groups with, he had relapse after 17 years of sobriety John wanted to end it all.

John is a guard now in a maximum security jail and couldnt take the pressure anymore, I think he forgot that he as friends so he went for the bottle and cocaïne instead...big mistake.

We talk for quite a time, he was suppose to check himself in with the employe program to go to detox he was affraid because he hasnt showed up for work in over a week, he drop off the wagon really hard its really sad, but I didnt tell him that maybe I should of...I guess he was counting on me to make his moves like Calling work and such doing the arrangments in order to get him in therapy I didnt and I dont feel any guilt over it.

In my way of seing things its up to him to make those arrangments I told him to keep me posted and I would go to visit him at the Center.

Hope he makes it

Suffolk