There are moments in living this way of life that I can never describe. But I would like to. Especially to someone like me, who is a chronic alcoholic and suffering just as I did. I might not be able to convince them of what a wonderful way of life this is, but at least I would have tried.
Sitting in the meeting today with a man, who is no child. Probably a Nam vet, by hearing his background. He has had time in and then out again. Back in and more time, then back out and just now coming back.
I listened to everyone, who spoke to him. Carrying the message to the alcoholic, who still suffers, that there is a solution…if you want it.
As I sat there listening and staring at this man right in front of me, I wondered what it was that I could offer him. When it came my turn I simply told him what it was that brought me here. And then I went to the BB, The Doctor’s Opinion, There Is A Solution, and then the 1st Step in the 12&12, about bottoms and death from this disease. And then I stopped and looked at his face. I told him I came in at 42 and how old I am now and just look at how good looking I have become and such a brain. He laughed as did others. At least I caught a spark in him.
Then, when I got home I thought, after talking to another man, about how those seemingly mentally ill people get sober and do get better. I’ve seen that over and over again in here. And that reminded me of this man, Not that I saw traces of obvious mental illness. But like them, who knows? I sure don’t.
There’s always hope. That’s what I always hope. When I look back at how I lost hope and was in such deep despair, someone said something and I found hope. Imagine. Out of nowhere. That was the start of what was to become my recovery. I never want to forget hope. I think I’ll stick with it. It’s part of what makes this such a wonderful life.