One of the things which came up today was helping others. At least that’s what I hoped I was doing. In fact I do this over and over again even though no one might think I am…even myself. It’s something I have done on a regular basis over and over again.
Often I will do it with a sense of humor. At least laughing at myself. I know this may have everyone laughing, because I have two of these thoughts at the same time. One is that I want to help. And two is that I mean to cut myself down to size, even though I mean to help. I really don’t want the credit, because it’s not mine.
My hope is, all the time, to help others like myself to stay sober. It’s because people I have known for a short or long time are into disturbance of some sort. Anger, fear, sorrow, self pity, and even resentment, and a lot more.
What I do think about is compassion, faith, and, I hope my Higher Power. I know that I think about trying to do the will of the God of my understanding, but how would I know? Like I said, I hope I am doing that. But it’s also why I often say things, which make others laugh, especially at me. Does it help? I can only hope I’m helping.
Anyway, went through all of this on and off this past week. I know that, if I’m not helping others, it helps me. And I need to thank my Higher Power for all he has given me. And I owe thanks to my old sponsor, his widow, and others for the help and guidance they gave to me. I am so grateful for this way of life. Thanks.