The tyrant alcohol
wielded a double-edged sword over us:
first we were smitten by an insane urge
that condemned us to go on drinking,
and then by an allergy of the body
that insured we would ultimately destroy ourselves in the process.
Few indeed were those who, so assailed,
had ever won through in singlehanded combat.
It was a statistical fact that alcoholics almost never
recovered on their own resources.
And this had been true, apparently,
ever since man had first crushed grapes.
The distance is nothing;
it is only the first step toward it that is difficult.
H O P E = Hang On! Peace Exists.