I've had a great day today. I was sitting at a slot machine with a buddy of mine, plunking away and hit a big jackpot....and started thinking of all the things I would do with "my" money.
And then I woke up...Next to my beautiful wife....and realized this is the first dream I remember about gambling and it made me somewhat ill-feeling. I don't want to go back to that life. I CAN'T go back to that life. I WANT my life back. As I continue to climb from the Pit, two thoughts help me more than anything else I know:
"....To gamble risking progressive deterioration, or not to gamble and develop a better way of life"
"There is nothing in my life today that would be made better by gambling"