
The real reason is hard for me to admit. I am scared. I am not young and dumb any more. Where the hotels are, is huge and very busy. The people on the corners are not passing out church literature. It is a very scary area. Besides my overnight bag, I have a huge oxygen concentrator to haul around. And I am on my own, alone.
Accepting my limitations and disabilities has been very hard on me. I was always the strong one. I raised the kids alone, worked, cleaned house, cooked the meals, mowed the yard, PTA and Scouts. When I came into the twelve step world I jumped into service work with both feet. Now I can no longer make promises my body and mind cannot keep.
It all makes me very sad. The damage I have done to my body with cigarettes and booze is catastrophic. I always joked about my addictions. 'It takes the years off my life I don't want to be here for anyhow." I would quip. But oh yes, I want to live many more years. I want to laugh, love and listen to the music.
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