The AA Meeting I Almost Did Not Attend

Eight years sober. But last winter I came very close to ending that. I was parked outside a liquor store for twenty minutes. My phone rang — an unknown number. The voice on the other end said, "Is this Robert? I'm calling from the Tuesday meeting. Someone left your number as an emergency contact years ago. We just wanted to check in." I had forgotten I ever gave that number. I drove to the meeting instead. I have thought about that call every day since. Someone knew I needed it.