Many people living in one day at a time recovery know the reality of remembering forgotten roads of long ago. Most of the time such roads are memories of an ill-spent youth. Some would say that we lived the lives of prodigal children. What some would call teen-age wasteland was an impaired and troublesome period of our lives. As we walk down these roads we see we were like bulls running wild in a china shop and the damage we did we cannot fix. We are not those of us who can say that we have no regrets. The wise amongst us have told us to believe in grace which is always revealed to us in one day at a time living. Most of us know this. It’s part of the journey. Peace
