By Nick Savoy
It’s Sunday, April 17th, 2011 around 10:00 PM in Hubbard Hall at Michigan State University. God has two choices for me. Door #1 involves me falling asleep on my back, choking on my own puke, and passing away with a Blood Alcohol Content of .35. Door #2 involves me wandering out of my room at the exact second that I see others, and following them to the cafeteria where I’m able to receive help.
I had my first drink when I was 5 years old. Someone had spiked the lemonade at my family reunion, and not made it clear. I remember a lady saying to me “Oh honey you can’t drink that, its booze”. “So that’s why the swings were so much fun today” I thought to myself. In eighth grade my parents had some scotch in the basement bar that they forgot about. After knowing about it for a while, my friends and I decided to drink some. The next four hours included me puking my brains out, calling my best friend and ruining our friendship. I hung out with three shit heads at Hartland High School during my time there. I played varsity basketball at my high school as a senior. I spent a lot of time and money smoking weed after school and finding ways to get drunk on the weekends. My parents were very strict, which made me desire the substances even more. During this period, my Mother’s relationship and me peaked to an all time worst. All she wanted was for me to be healthy; to live a good life full of distractions, but I was not mature enough to give her what she desired.
I attended Michigan State University during the fall of 2010. I can sit here and tell stories all day about college so instead I’ll just summarize it in one sentence: I had my privacy in which I took advantage of while messing up my classes, health, and criminal record in the process. There was a time when my Dad told me that I was going to rehab after the semester and I set a quit date. When it came to that date I woke up, sold jeans to a store, and used that money to buy alcohol and weed. That was step one for me.
Now back to April 17th, 2011 in Hubbard Hall. I remember having a refrigerator full of alcohol. I got so drunk that I did not realize that I was putting my life at risk. My Higher Power saved my life that night. I’m not sure if I wandered down the hall drunk to somebody’s room, or if I stepped out in the hall at the exact moment that kids on my half were in the hallway heading to the elevator, but either way, I followed the kids to a cafeteria and got arrested. I remember waking up the next morning in the hospital at 11:00 AM, being so intoxicated that I couldn’t talk. I reached into my pocked and found a Minor In Possession slip and in the “Notes” category at the bottom read “.35 BAC”. The fact that God chose door #2 from me was steps two and three.
I did treatment across the nation for an entire year. My parents spent a very large amount of money, and so far it has paid off. I got sober on April 21, 2011, and have never relapsed since. I spent time in Minnesota, Montana, and Washington at different centers.
I go to a university that is a large party school. However, I found other ways to have fun. I realized that while I’m out exercising or applying for jobs, those who have drank the night before are still sleeping. It is very possible for a 23 year old in my position that cannot partake in MSU’s main social event (drinking) to feel self-pity. However, through working the steps I have turned into a new person that is immune to self-pity. I work step 10 by taking inventory including those who I have hurt and whether I’m feeling self-pity or not. As a student at Michigan State University, all I want to do is get my degree in finance and become a Financial Advisor or Real Estate Agent.
Life is good today. My Mother and I are best friends. It’s nice being Mr. Goody Goody around my parents. I do service in the local community and have found healthy ways to get highs, such as helping others or exercising. The purpose of this story was to carry the message to a person in recovery, and for him or her to carry what they had learned to the next alcoholic, and then for the next alcoholic to carry it to somebody else, and on and on and on until it allows other alcoholics to realize the beauty of this world and possibly save a life.
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