I was taking a walk this morning in a nearby public park when I came upon this scene. I thought of Robert Frost’s poem about coming upon a fork in the road and taking the path less traveled. Then I thought about the metaphor of the fork in the road and the choices we make in our lives. Take the path on the right and who knows where it will lead. The same can be said of the left. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Flip a coin.
Most of the time in my life I’ve made pretty good choices. They have usually been healthy choices that have lead to many blessings and spiritual growth. There was a time, however, when good judgment went out the window and I couldn’t make a good choice to save my ass. I made some very poor choices and those terrible decisions very nearly destroyed me. Who knew where that path would would take me? God knew but I sure didn’t. That path of addiction started out all bright and sunny but soon dipped into the forest primeval – dark, sinister and full of despair. Once in the quagmire, I had no more choices. The addiction took that from me. Fortunately for me, through the inky blackness of addiction, there was the tiniest pinhole of light and, following that light, I managed to crawl out of the great swamp.
For almost eight years I’ve been on the correct path of wholeness and spirituality. That path is laid out before me by God and I travel that road one step at a time, one day at a time. I have been blessed by many people I’ve met along the road who have encouraged me and assisted me (sometimes unknowingly) along the way. I am forever grateful for those tender mercies already shown me and those yet to come.
Today I have choices. As anyone in recovery can tell you, that’s a blessing.