Recently I had the honor of telling a 54-year-old man that when he needs or wants money--go to the bank. That's where they keep the money. He got all huffy about this. In fact, he hung up on me. I sponsor this guy.
Money seems to be a big thing in his life. His father seems to be where he thinks the money IS. He is the beneficiary of an insurance policy on his father's life. His father "signed" it over to him. He cashed it in for the "cash value". His father, meantime changed his mind (asshole father, really!) and canceled the disbursement of funds . Got the picture?
Well, during the next conversation, I'm hearing that this same man (age 54) told his father that he "owed" him a new truck, because the father had promised it to him thirty-six (36) years ago! Can you see me shaking my head? I'm wondering, "What manner of man IS this? He is unmarried, no children, good job in Chicago (self-employed home remodeling) and I am his sponsor the half-year he spends in Naples. Got the picture?
So more than once, I said to him--"Sir, when we need money, or want money, or a new truck, we go to the BANK. Because that is where the money is kept. OK?" He balked greatly at this comment, which I kept repeating--he's the kind of guy who talks right while I am talking, which Fks up a phone conversation for me.
So today he called and kept on expressing his gratitude, his thanks to me, to God, to his other sponsor, to his seven sisters, etc. He thanked ME for releasing him from the obsession of thinking that his father "owed" him ANYTHING. He thanked me for suggesting that at age 54 he might consider "making it on his own". I had told him it was grow-up time. He might even consider becoming a responsible 7-year sober ADULT.
He will be here Thanksgiving through April, and we will go to many meetings together. And we have both changed this past half year, as I will be blogging over the next few days (only about MY changes...not HIS --grin!)
I ask you, "How does this program work?" I know, IT WORKS REALLY FINE!
Blessings, Peace, and sober Love, Peeps!