Earlier this summer, I celebrated the 11th anniversary of my sobriety, albeit with little fanfare. In 2005, my employer, a counselor, and a few friends each pitched in to highlight my problem drinking and to suggest various solutions. But it wasn't until law enforcement separately charged two good friends with driving under the influence that I realized that I was likely next. So I quit. I don't know Bill. I don't know the remaining eleven steps. But I know that I haven't turned back.

My last beer was a Yuengling in the Diamond Club at Citizens Bank Park, and I admit that I ocassionally miss the subsequent craft beer revolution that my peers now enjoy. But one sober gentleman who looked out for me now owns a number of local bars, so it can't be that bad. 

If there's someone in your life whose substance abuse is problematic, don't be afraid to say something. You can be a hero in his life like so many were in mine.