The Worst Day of My Life

A series of tragedies led from a young marriage to life on the streets, ultimately ending in devastating physical injury and hopeless alcoholism. Terrible news? No, not really. All of that strife made it so that I had to face the fact that my misfortunes were all on account of actions I had taken; not actions that had been taken against me.Marital strife? That was me. That was my doing.Failure in college? Me.Failures in the Military? Mine.On December 25th of 1973 I looked into a mirror, and the bloated, red faced reflection staring back made this fact obvious: I didn’t drink because I had bad luck; I have bad luck because of my drinking.If that horrible set of circumstances led to a better way of life, well, who am I to say what a bad day looks like?