I called in sick to work and went for a long meandering walk. The end of my walk found me at the AA meeting hall by my grandmother's house. I recognized the person moving the grass as Billy. He saw me and immediately turned off the mower.
"Where have you been?" he said very heartfelt.
"I don't have any money for the donation basket so I haven't been coming," I replied.
"You sober still?"
"Over 150 days," I replied.
I was so lonely. I was just overjoyed to see Billy and just have someone to talk to. I've felt so poorly today. We talked a long time about how AA in the Valley has been floundering. He urged me to come and to forget about the donations.
"Thursday night is a meeting!" he said.
"I will think about it," I replied as I walked off and he went back to mowing the grass.
I plan on going if I feel better. First, I have to get over the guilt of calling in sick to work. Then, get over these damned anxiety attacks. I just didn't feel able to drive when I get like this.