The other day I wrote something about the idea of fellowship. Later I thought about this word we use so freely. The fellowship of men and women. What’s that all about?
Without going to a dictionary, my take on this is that we’re talking about companions or comrades, if you will, who are gathered together with us to accompany us on this journey. Years ago I met a man, Big Danny, who once described this program as a one room schoolhouse. We meet a lot of people in this classroom and can make many friends there. In this classroom there are many grades. Some are just starting and others are ahead of us. But everyone is together and those ahead are willing and trying to help those who are behind them. And there’s no graduation. Some are moving ahead and others are struggling and lagging behind. But all are together and constantly extending there hands to help one another.
The bottom line in all of this is that it’s about love for one another.
It’s not about time or distance or even being present. When my friend Dennis died from this disease and I sent word to others about his death, I got messages back that he was our friend and brother…from people who never even met him.
I remember one man, who got sober, by himself, literally at the end of the world. He was stationed on the edge of the polar ice cap with only a Big Book as his guide. Yet, even he felt a part of this fellowship. He came back and stayed sober well over 50 years. He was a big help to me in my sobriety. Yet I only met him and talked to him on two brief occassions. I never forgot him. I never will.
Everyone in this fellowship, whom we’ve never met, are with us in the spirit. We are never alone.
Even those, who drift back into the active part of this disease are never forgotten. I often think of the many who have passed this way. I know others who feel the same way and sometimes ask about those, who have wandered off into the mist.
Enough for now.
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