The power of hope

I was reading an alcoholic story, which said something I needed to pick up on. And that was, if I go through difficult things, I don’t have to go through them alone. My Higher Power and the people in this program are there for me…if I want them. And of course I do.

Reading about alcoholics, like myself, who are having difficulties out there drinking, and then come in and go through difficulties in here help me to identify with them. I may not think I’m actually going through what they did, but it’s the stuff within me.

I often will listen to alcoholics and before they’re done I have heard myself once again. Amazing. What a miracle. I know that, when I woke up from alcohol, I eventually found that black place within me. And after I found out how to listen and learn I began to find my identity with people like me. From them I not only learned my identity, but I began to learn how I could grow along lines, which could cure me. And that gave me hope.

And, as always, I have found hope was the door to the spiritual way of life in here. Not just the spiritual way of life, because it also opened the door to my Higher Power. I never want to forget any of this. Helped me to begin to put this program into action.

Of course this all led to how to live this way of life. And that is to stay sober a day at a time. Took away from that very dangerous way of thinking. That I would be able to stay sober the rest of my life. I learned from my old sponsor just how dangerous that way of thinking was. It could have cost me my life. Doing this a day at a time is the perfect way of thinking and doing what I need to do. Makes me grateful. Keeps me sober.

I need to stop and thank my Higher Power for all I have been given. And to also thank all those, who have had the compassion to freely give to me, what I have so desperately needed.