SATURDAY'S FUN

Rear of my bike--I'll
ride this to meetings,
masses, gigs, shopping,
and also for pure FUN!

STEVE'S DOINS

Saturday morning, after my two regular daily meetings (ain't it wonderful to have the time to do that, thank You, God!), I will be speaking at a 9:30 meeting. I've never been to this particular group, but some attendees will be people I know. Anyway, it's AA, so I'll be among friends.

EDITED SATURDAY MORNING:
AA talk went well, lots of new friends I met,
and some old ones. Beautiful day. Told God
how much I appreciated Him using me (me?)
to help spread word of our miracle which
happens here just ALL the time!
Gratefully, Steve

Funny, that in Naples, the speaker's name at a given meeting is a closely held secret until people see him show up wearing a tie. (Women do not have such rules.) Maybe it is so that the speaker will not bring a 'cheering section'. I can still sense though, those cheering souls, those angels sitting by each alcoholic, watching over us, guarding us from real harm. I absolutely 'feel' their presence.

My angel's name is Flex. He has been with me since before I was born. I truly believe that God, in His Infinite Wisdom realized we, as humans, would have a rough time of it, so he assigned us each a particular helpmate, called angel.

So, I do not have a real 'story' prepared for tomorrow morning. I may have to end up telling the TRUTH! -grin! Remember, in our Big Book "Alcoholics Anonymous", it reads, sort of: "We lied, when even the truth would have sufficed". Anyway, I usually turn to Flex for help, and he makes it easy.

I started this blog moments ago with not a single thought in my head, and I'm already in the fifth short paragraph of nothingness.

My 'story' will begin with the usual disclaimers, DOS, and a joke, if I can remember one. Then, I'll relate one or two really far-out adventures, after which some will ask me, "Did that REALLY happen?" And I'll have to say, "Yes, that really happened--and the only consequence was that I had to have my left-hand, middle finger sewed back on"

Don't forget, I play a violin! I was devastated. I was drunk. So was the knife-wielding wife, when the kitchen door slammed shut during a hurricane wind (Betsy, 1966) and took my finger piece with it. Could not find my finger. It had traveled to another room!

I don't enjoy drunk-a-logs that much, especially when they're MINE. I REALLY like the story of RECOVERY! So then I'll get into the 'real' story for me...how I got here to AA in 1974, what happened after that, and what life today is like--for me.

I will make a few admissions of my faults, but nothing which could hurt anyone--including me? -grin

My basic fault is Pride. And this could easily be turned into a blong, if I got on the subject of Ego, or pride's opposite, Humility.

If I see folks falling asleep, I'll begin telling them how much I love blogging, how much I love you bloggers, and how much I have benefited by finding this outlet for my venting, lecturing, acting, writing, letting you all know how GOOD I am, and yes, even on occasion, allowing God's use of me to help someone here. BELIEVE ME, that'll wake them. They don't like to hear about "new stuff" (blogging is only what? 15 years of age?) and they don't like CHANGE!

I'm talking about the long-timers here (HEY, I'm ONE of them guys! -grin) who are slow to accept anything different from 'yesterday'. Do not even paint a room, lay a carpet, wash the windows, or one of these oldies will complain...for SURE!

I am going to end this before we find ourselves in the year 2010!!! Thank you for being here, and helping ME to live in up-beat fashion, when all tell us we should be depressed.

Peace. Let's stay sober, in a lovin' kinda way, can we do that? Yep! OKAY!!!

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