Frank looked at the calendar. The red circle on today's date signified his weekly appointment with his counselor. He skimmed back through the past six months recalling the weeks of pain, abstinence from drinking, and--slowly--recovery.

A slip of paper fell out of his date book. Frank remembered the day it had saved his life. "By the third drink, I had bottomed out," he thought.

Frank realized now just how close he came to killing himself. He glanced at the numbers on the slip of paper and recalled dialing them in a drunken stupor.

Miraculously, the voice on the other end, his one remaining friend, knew what to do.

Five minutes later, the voice at the other end was already on his way. Two minutes later, Frank heard someone at the door, "Frank?"

*Created for illustrative purposes only, not a real person.