Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's dark and gloomy, and we're awaiting the onslaught of the rain.  No complaints, mind you, as we desperately need it, but already our grandson's birthday party has been changed to their home instead of the park, and I didn't visit my friend this morning as I'd hoped to do.  My husband and I are going to see the Mr. Rogers movie this afternoon, as it's only four blocks away and we can walk with our umbrellas.  Yesterday I felt ragged, but I went to bed last night at 8:30, and had a hot shower this morning, and I'm more energetic.  My friend and I at lunch yesterday discussed a mutual friend with alcohol problems.  This is not a new thing, but it's been getting worse, and she has falls that leave her bruised.  Her situation is painfully remniscent of my brother's drinking years, and his gashes and wounds from falling.  My father and I finally got him into a treatment center that worked, and he was sober his last three plus decades.  My mother also broke her arm falling, and a vertabrae another, due to her drinking.  I've had "the talk" with my friend, and now I trust her loving family will see her into treatment.  I know they are trying.  For me, I no longer have any delusions that I can "fix her", and she, like most alcoholics I've been around, is full of rage underneath and can be mean.  I can choose not to be the person she projects onto, and take care of and value myself.  I pray for her.  But rescue is not possible.