DRINKING ALCOHOL TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY
THEN IT TOOK AWAY THE SKY

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

DOES GOLD GLITTER?



ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER


For Christmas holiday my wife gave me a special gift which I had picked, a gold cross. This is the first time in my life I've owned a real piece of gold. It feels so good. The cross is larger than what it seemed in the pawn shoppe (When something is named "shoppe" everything costs 20% more.)


Since the actual cross makes a startling appearance against a black sweater, I have listened to several confessions in the mall. People say "Good morning, Father!" in their early morning cheerfulness.
And I just walk around 'blessing' them. I hold out my hand, so they may 'touch' me, if they like. So far, no miracles have shown themselves. (You KNOW this paragraph was tongue-in-cheek, right?) And there WAS/IS one miracle:

I AM SOBER! Corollaries to that are: I am happy, I am free. I am joyful, to a degree. For all that, I'm grateful!

The following part-paragraph is from our beautiful Big Book, "Alcoholics Anonymous". It is written by a woman, but BEST--Oh! so best--describes my last years of that non-sober life, lived in a foggy state between half-awareness and oblivion, which some of us know so well. In the Second and Third Editions, page 224, and in the Fourth Edition, page 202 will take you to "ME". Title of story is "Women Suffer Too". My heart beats faster still, as I read this excerpt:


"And I remember the creeping horror of the interminable night, in which I slept for short spells and woke dripping with cold sweat and shaken with utter despair, to drink hastily from my bottle and mercifully pass out again. 'You're mad, you're mad, you're mad!' pounded through my brain with each returning of my consciousness, and I drowned the refrain with drink."

Every word is important, because each word harbors a meaning of truth for me, for the way life (slow death) WAS.


I must say to you, that from there ("I was alone and lonely...")--to here (enthusiastic joyfulness)--was not a one-day job. It took God, with my somewhat reluctant and sometimes half-assed cooperation, almost thirty-five years to get from there.....to here--wherever 'here' is. Here is where is the GOLD!

Do not ask me if I wish to go back to that life. Whatever I do today--I know what I'm doing. Seldom do I know WHY, but I do not want to know the answer to 'why'? So, please do not ask "Why?" Ask "What?" or ask "How?" or "When?" or "Who?".....or "Who cares?" -grin.


Gratitude I express now, with enthusiasm for my sobriety, for this Golden Way of Life--our program of Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions--and reaching out to touch anyone who also reaches out for help, for support, or for me to (ahem!) "hear their confession" -BIG GRIN!!!


In Peace, Service (I guess we're ALL in the 'service' business!), and LOVE.


Steve E.
Who posted this, and When???

10 comments:

Kristin H. said...

Good stuff here, Steve. I like that particular passage from the book. It gets right to the heart of the matter, no?

Carry on sober one!

Prayer Girl said...

"Bless me, hubby!"

The more I see that cross on you, the more I love it. BUT more than that - the more I see how much YOU love it, the happier I am.

I remember the "creeping horror" that was my life.

Thank God for all His blessings.

Shadow said...

that is a beautiful present. you are a lucky man!

Syd said...

A thoughtful and appropriate gift from your wonderful wife. I will have to read all the stories in the back of the BB.

Akannie said...

I love that passage too. As well as my other favorite part about "pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization"

You are one lucky duck to have such a "job" in the service industry, when jobs are so hard to find... :)

si tu veux said...

steveo...okay, Wordless Wednesday is something I came across through my blog about family stuff. I love it, because, yes, you don't have to say anything. Oh, and here is a gift for you and prayer girl. Okay maybe not a gift...but I blog about my family, and this is a link to the site. I would love to see you on my lighter side. They are beginning to mesh a bit. By the way, my baby sister found my web site. I will talk more about that later.

Wordless Wednesday, my favorite day. Also date day for me and my hubbie. And this is a picture of a deer from the graveyard that my husbands father is buried. So very meloncholy.

Link: http://bythehairofmychin.blogspot.com/

hugs and love...miss that I don't blog so much right now. But this is part of the healing as well, I guess.
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Hope!

Selchie said...

Great post, the priest bit made me smile.)Always there with a chuckle. Loks like the journey was worthwhile!)

Mary Christine said...

I wear a small gold cross always.

LADYBUG said...

Beautiful cross you got. you are right it look the best over black.
I come to see if I get some of cheerful mood when you write. jeje
the most I admire from you is the courage to stay sober, and enjoy your life after alcoholism.

Calli said...

What a beautiful cross and an equally beautiful story...Feel better Steve!