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It’s Friday … The First Tipping Point

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He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8

It is getting on just after 10 p.m. on Saturday night. Last night we had technical difficulties with our ISP overnight. It began earlier in the day with email not responding and when I got home and opened this page to write, the entire internet had gone down. All due to a line cut somewhere out there that effected Ontario and Quebec.

It was good that I had books to read, because I retired early for the evening to read and listen to a little radio. It was all good.

Days have been sunny, however today it was grey and overcast. It was getting cooler than usual as the sun went down last night which precipitated me going to the closet and bringing out my winter coat. It was windy and brisk as I left for the meeting.

We have hit the first tipping point of the season. As I noticed many others on the Metro wearing coats, and a handful of folks who were in just shirtsleeves.

I arrived early, having left early. However the crowd was lacking last night, we sat a fair number but a number of faces were absent.

We read from A.B.S.I. and “Alike when the chips are down.”

The reading speaks of the early days of the fellowship, back then, the movement was mainly a man’s problem. Women came along a bit later, and for a time, they faced problems finding their way into community, because they felt different. And over the decades, others made the same statement.

We still see this problem crop up sometimes. Newbies come in and they believe they are terminally unique. But stick around long enough we find that we may all come from different lives and situations, but once we cross the threshold of the door to whatever room we are entering, we are leveled, we are all the same.

And so I tell this story again this year. It is a warning, a memory of what could have been, but didn’t…

Bitter Bernadette …

I can use her name because she is not in the rooms.

She came to T.B.’s a long time ago. From across the pond. She had her issues and she was an angry drunk.

And believed she was terminally unique.

The weather was cold, Christmas was just around the corner and people were planning and scheming how they were either going to drink or not drink over the holidays.

Bernadette was to fly to England, and she cocked up this plan to drink or not drink during the flights over and back, and not drink while she was there. She was literally, ON THE BUBBLE.

Her children are all grown adults, (at that time) and she was new to the rooms, with just a few months or maybe weeks.

She was so frazzled at the daunting task of staying sober over Christmas, that I looked at her and said…

“If it is that much of a burden, and you don’t know if you can or will stay sober, then change your plans. If you are willing to go to any length to stay sober, maybe NOT making the trip is better than drinking !!!”

Well, she became incensed. She raised her voice and said that I knew nothing about having kids and that I should hold my tongue.

I gave her one option, I did not tell her to DO THIS !! I merely suggested that maybe she reconsider her plans, in favor of sobriety.

That night she walked out of the room, and never came back.

To this day, when I enter that particular room I think of her. And it has been that way for years and years. When ever I put down chairs, I speak her name to God, and wonder where she is and if she is sober?

We all travel the same road to sobriety, but we take our own time and learn our own lessons. No two stories are the same. But we battle a common disease. And the Book is the direction to stay stopped.

On the way home we made our connections quickly. It was a good night.

It is getting cooler by the night.

Winter is on its way.

More to come, stay tuned…

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