Tonight we went to a holiday "eating" meeting. There was a ton of good food. Lots of ham, turkey, baked beans, casseroles, including the required green bean casserole. Man, I love that stuff.
After every one had chowed down and socialized, the AA speaker was introduced. He had a great story filled with lots of 7 AM drinking escapades, loss of jobs, loss of family, black outs, and much more insanity. A good drunkalog is better than a book on tape. It amazes me that people who are hopeless drunks can get sober, work the steps, work with others, and be of service to the fellowship in countless ways. This fellow had done it all and was now 31 years sober. What a miracle!
The Al-Anon speaker was also good. I had heard her story before but every time, something different will emerge. Yes, we Al-Anons do some crazy stuff in our magnetic attraction to alcoholics. She married two of them, has an alcoholic son, and a couple of other alcoholics in her family. Her saga of finally realizing that she could not help her son get sober reminded me of what so many bloggers are going through. She said it really tested her program to stop enabling her son. She had to work all the steps again after she stopped helping him. Her heart was wounded. Once he got sober, they reconnected and rebuilt their strained relationship. Another miracle.
I don't know if you have holiday dinners at your meetings, but if you hear of one, think about going. The speakers are generally quite good. And it doesn't hurt to be reminded of the miracles that recovery can bring. I know that every day there is something wonderful happening. It just helps for me to occasionally be reminded by hearing someone tell how their life of despair and hopelessness was changed. A true miracle.
There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.--Dana Reinhardt (The Summer I Learned to Fly).