Monday, March 17, 2008
Monday all day
It's Monday all right. And St. Patrick's Day. I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Finally, after the cat pounced in the middle of my back and the dog's cold nose nuzzled me, I got up.
I was up way too late last night for someone who has to get to work early. And I wasn't drinking anything green either. My wife and I went out to dinner at a nice restaurant. It was a pleasant time. She seemed to be in a good mood and to enjoy talking. As we were riding down our long lane, I told her that I was going to put my cell phone on forward to the home number just in case a sponsee called.
The words were no sooner out of my mouth, when a sponsee called to talk about having a rough time at a meeting last night. He has admitted that he is riddled with fear. And he is having a hard time with some other personal aspects of his life that haven't been entirely accepted by his family or maybe even himself.
He needed to talk and I listened. I think that he is finally beginning to admit that he might not have all the answers and that humility needs to come in to the picture. He is scarily bright but is realizing that to recover from effects of alcoholism, he must be willing to drop the masks of academia that he's hidden behind for a while.
Being a sponsor has been a new experience for me. And I must say, it has it's moments when I wonder if the words coming out of my mouth are making him or me feel better. And whether I'm just flying by the seat of my pants.
After a bit, I finally said to him, "Where are you sitting?"
Him: "On the bed."
Me: "Take a look at your feet."
Him: "Yeah, I see them."
Me: "Are they attached to your legs?"
Me: "How about your hands? Still attached to your arms?"
Me: "Is your heart still beating?"
Me: "Good. Now put your feet up on the bed, cross your hands across your chest and listen to your heart beating. Focus on that. You're still alive after telling me what your fear was after the meeting. You're okay and haven't disappeared."
Him: "I feel fairly relaxed now."
Me: "Good. I'm going to get into the same position over here. And I'm going to listen to my heart beating and my breath going in and out. I expect that after I do that for about 10 minutes I'll be asleep."
Him: "Sounds good. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Whew. It almost put me to sleep writing that. I'd better get back to work and wake up. Have a good St. Patrick's Day.