This was a phrase I heard while in the military.
The context was that when you near death’s door you may hear the whisper of angels wings.
It’s a sensation of realizing how close to death you were. And how thankful you are that it was a close call rather than a foregone conclusion.
I can say I relate to moments when I might have been close to deaths door. There aren’t many of those moments.
The most poignant time resonated I felt this way, after drinking for years at an ever increasing rate, I realized that I was slowly killing myself. That was a Bingo. At that realization, that point of clarity of how definitively I was hurting, punishing and committing unintended suicide, I forced myself to cut back and eventually quit altogether.
Day 561 sober, feeling pretty dang good and still here.
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