As a practicing alcoholic, I had no rights.
Society can do anything it chooses to do with me
when I am drunk, and I can't lift a finger to stop it,
for I forfeit my rights through the simple expedient
of becoming a menace to myself
and to the people around me.
With deep shame came the knowledge too
that I had lived with no sense of social obligation
nor had I known the meaning of moral responsibility
to my fellow men.
There is only one corner of the universe
I can be certain of improving,
and that's my own self.
S W A T = Surrender, Willingness, Acceptance, Trust.