Monday, December 17, 2018

A Dozen Years

...Until December 17, 2006.
Driving to Sunday school where I’d taught the same class more than 20 years, I stopped at a convenience store. The routine, both Sundays and weekdays, varied only in the name over the door of the dispenser of sweet gooey treats. Sundays included cappuccino with the sweet roll. Back in the car, I addressed God aloud, a custom sometimes embarrassing when I think I’m alone but I’m not. “This is stupid.”
OAStepper. Slender Steps to Sanity - Twelve-Step Notes of Hope (Kindle Locations 91-94). Eagle Wings Press, imprint of Silver Boomer Books. 

I can think of no other 12-year span in my nearly 72
that have more drastically changed me than those in O. A.
And it continues to get better and better. The strongest
abstinence ever will, as long as I remain willing
to surrender daily reach a year on my birthday next month,
January 22. I wish for you the peace and contentment,
the love and fellowship I've found to be mine
since that day I walked through virtual doors
and into the rooms of Recovery!


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