Profile Response: The Addict who came to Dinner, Seattle, WA

HWWLT Logo on yellowHouses along Lake Washington in Northeast Seattle offer little to the street – a double garage door, a well-lit front door, perhaps a window or two. The homes’ solid public faces convey a message of affluence, security, and comfort. For every passerby knows that past these walled facades are broad expanses of exclusive views.

A narrow passage led from the street-side garage to a bright kitchen. The sun glistened on the water beyond. My host, Carol, introduced me to the five people she’d invited to discuss how will we live tomorrow. Her 23-year-old daughter Becca focused right in, “What’s the most common answer you get?” I explained that many folks respond, ‘One Day at a Time’, particularly people in AA. A flash of shared glances among the group betrayed that either I had just broken the ice, or stepped on glass. Carol’s son Jake came in before I could sort it out. His girlfriend Jasmine apologized for running late because she just came from a meeting. That’s when I realized that the first words out of my mouth, about AA, resonated in a household steeped in recovery. The stability I had perceived on this tony street was a facade; alcoholism disrupts people at all levels of real estate.

imgresWe were eight in all. Jake added up our years in the program: four for Carol, twenty-one for her sponsor Grace; seven for Becca, nine for Becca’s friend Sue, four for Jake and two for Jasmine. Grace’s son Philip was the only other guest who didn’t offer up the years since he’s been sober.

Dinner was wonderful, the conversation far ranging. Carol’s an attorney, Grace is a nanny, Becca just finished a Masters Degree in Psychology, Sue is an actuary. Every person at the table was thoughtful. Philip had a beer and offered me one. He didn’t say much, but when Carol prompted him with my question, he gave a telling response.

How will we live tomorrow?

“Differently than today. I do not like staying in one place for long.”

Immediately I knew that Philip’s story was different from the others. In all my travels, only one other person had described tomorrow in opposition to today; a jittery drug user I met in Spokane. Tomorrow may not be the same as today, but it grows out of today. Our tomorrow is related to today.

Philip mentioned that he had plans; he and Grace left first. Others drifted away. Carol and I cleared the table. She showed me to my room. Just before we said goodnight Carol said, “When I called to invite Grace, Philip answered the phone, so I invited him as well, but I was surprised he came. Philip’s a heroin addict. That he took a shower and got dressed up and came here for dinner is huge.”


My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t understand how all these people, working so hard, and well, on their recovery, could have a heroin addict in their midst. Carol explained. “That’s why Grace and I go to Al-Anon every Monday night. To accept. I follow the slogan ‘Live and let live.’ That means I have to embrace my own life. It also means I have to accept that my children might not live. Alcoholism kills people. Drug addiction kills people. If they die, I will have to go on. Same with Philip. Grace and I face that together.

“The last time I saw Philip was after an Al-Anon meeting. He called his mother looking for a ride. He was a straggly mess, but we gave him a ride. What could we do? We can’t change him. He has to decide that for himself.”

I have met many people in AA in my travels, and respect every one of them. But I was particularly moved by a group in recovery who accepted someone in such a different place with so much grace.

I fell asleep wondering about the two men I’ve met who desire a tomorrow completely different from today: because today is unbearable; because they can’t find a proper place to root; because drugs disjoint our experience. Drugs fracture the continuity of existence. We take drugs to shoot us into altered realities, but they only deliver temporary, distorted perception.


Note: the events of this profile are true. The names and location have been changed.



About paulefallon

Greetings reader. I am a writer, architect, cyclist and father from Cambridge, MA. My primary blog, is an archive of all my published writing. The title refers to a sequence of three yoga positions that increase focus and build strength by shifting the body’s center of gravity. The objective is balance without stability. My writing addresses opposing tension in our world, and my attempt to find balance through understanding that opposition. During 2015-2106 I am cycling through all 48 mainland United States and asking the question "How will we live tomorrow?" That journey is chronicled in a dedicated blog,, that includes personal writing related to my adventure as well as others' responses to my question. Thank you for visiting.
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