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December 5 THE BOAT On my ride home from work there is a boat stuck between two trees in the middle of a horse pasture next to a riverbed so dry it's filled with grass.  I think the boat is me.  I feel for the boat every time I see it.  Turned on edge, waiting for a river, which doesn't exist anymore and may never exist again.  Placed on edge for protection, not comfort. Although having my bottom rot out, well, let's just say might be more uncomfortable.  What good will I be even if the river runs again since I'm fenced in?  My sponsor says I shouldn't ask any question which starts with the word 'why'.  You know my reply. If my Higher Power has a plan...if it includes a river and a fence…  if I'm in this plan, me, the rowboat…I just don't see it.  Not seeing my purpose in life is a theme in my life says my sponsor.  I don't tell her the theme in hers. Truth is, I don't want to face the fact I might float away. Even though I'm supported by two big trees.  Even though there is a tall fence all around me.  Completely in spite of the fact THERE IS NO WATER!  My Higher Power loves me.  I am the boat. Enjoy the flowers and slide on the snow. * It All Points to Joy Can Love reweave the fabric which hate destroys? Can Kindness resew the field torn through with disregard? Can Beauty paint the world anew after so much ugliness has rained down upon us?   My heart believes these three cannot fail to make things right for what other point could there be than Joy?   Vlog: http://youtu.be/chEY7foQ0Eo   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Title: Kushe: Sierra Leone Thriller Description: In the heart of Sierra Leone, a deadly new drug called "Kushe" is spreading chaos and ruin across the nation. This intense thriller follows a relentless U.S. FBI agent, Justin, who teams up with a brave local named Issa Kamara and his tech-savvy friend Claudius to dismantle the criminal network behind Kushe. El Chapo, a notorious drug lord hiding in the shadows of Sierra Leone, leads the operation, with his trusted lieutenant, Chief, overseeing the violent distribution of the drug across the country. As Justin, Issa, and their team dive deeper, they uncover a vast and dangerous conspiracy that could have international consequences. Each step brings them closer to El Chapo, but the stakes grow higher as the line between justice and revenge blurs. In a desperate race against time, the team must confront their own fears and loyalties to bring down one of the most ruthless criminal empires ever seen. This gritty thriller reveals the dark underworld of Sierra Leone, where bravery, betrayal, and resilience are put to the ultimate test in a battle for justice.

This story follows a group of college students (that I know in real life including myself) and their very true battle against all odds. They have to face off against the great evil, Big Chungus, which was released into the physical world and save the world. The Ark is the group of friends and do not ask questions about the person named [REDACTED] ... It's a semi long fan fiction that is a little silly and has dated references to the time period I wrote it and thought I would share it with the world as I am beginning to write a sequel (with some new characters too!) called The Ark part 2: The Paradox Since it is a bit long I am going to break it into chapters but originally it wasn't written in chapters so if it feels a bit off at times that MIGHT (probably not) be the reason. I hope you enjoy and maybe even have a laugh. Thanks -Zoey.

January 28   Sponsorship     Right now, as I think of sponsorship, I think of all the things I have done wrong.  Times when I was not understanding enough and times when I was too understanding and enabling.  Sponsors I chose for ulterior motives and the ones I didn't challenge when they wandered away.  I search my mind for the ingredients that were in the mix when things went well and the dominant component was willingness, mine and theirs.  Whether I was sponsor or sponsee, willingness overrode ability, determination and love.  We had to come to the table willing, this was never something we were able to cook up or construct.  Nor is it something I can always hold onto, sometimes willingness evaporates or slips away like sand in a clenched fist.  The permanence and impermanence of sponsorship awes and frightens me.  Like a guidewire twisted from many strands none of which reaches from end to end I worry about the unraveling but depend on the strength.     Expectations are incubating resentments You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

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A group of six survivors who share the same unspoken trauma meet weekly in the basement of an abandoned church for a group therapy session. This short story is told from the point of view of one of them. This story is related to "A Single Drop of Blood" since that is also Eva's story.

March 9 Revelations And I, Sherrie, had a new freedom and a new happiness for the first freedom and the first happiness were passed away. And there were no more tears. This is how it should be and for the most part this is how it is. Hell’s gates hang broken on their hinges and I walk free. The world is mine to explore and I am happy. More than a notion, my life is a fact; sounder than a bank note and I am on an emotional foot race to keep pace with my recovering self. Could it be lost? Lost like paradise, lost like I was lost before? Why, yes, all could be lost and that is what makes this freedom truly free and this happiness truly happy, they are mine, mine to keep and mine to lose, they may not be in my control but they are within my reach. Voir dere contempt * You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault