AA

As I sat next to "Shrek" and across from my daughter, eating a hamburger at the Salvation Army, a clean cut, well dressed man sits down across from me. I recognize him as an old high school classmate. A friend. Albeit, a second level friend (not an acquaintance, maybe a buddy). I assume he is volunteering also. "I've finally hit rock bottom." He then began to vaguely relate his story with little detail. I left with my stomach upset. Was he living at the Salvation Army? Did he need a job? Money? As I left that night I shook his hand and urged him to call me if he needed anything. I then did something I swore I never would or could do, I told him about a small group of recovering alcoholics at my church. It wasn't a straight invitation, but the biggest one I have ever given. I doubt I will see him, he's Catholic and had been to confession and was already hooked up with an AA group and sponsor. What makes us so good at self-destruction?