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twisted path or was it a long and winding road? just being silly here this morning, as that is my mood. this morning, i ended up reflecting on a conversation i had with one of the men whop call me their sponsor. the conversation centered on the message another addict was carrying and now it affected him. in the end, we came to the conclusion that if only one addict in the room heard what was shared, than the message went to the primary purpose of the fellowship. for me, the conversation started out trying to help him come to terms, but ended-up clarifying for me my journey to listen for the HOPE, when i am having issue with the words. i will more than likely have an opportunity this week to do just that.
as i sit here now, writing this little quickie before heading down south, what i feel is that i wonder who identified with what i share. it is true i have more men who call me their sponsor than i probably should have. it is also true that i share more of the storms in my life, than the daisies and rainbows. i am of the opinion that my message needs to be that no matter what, one can get clean and stay clean and i choose to share about the “no matter what” part. i gave up a long time ago trying to share for those in the room and when i heard a peer sharing the other day that was selfish, i almost called him to task. what came up for mew was a bit of empathy as he also does not get that the message of recovery in this fellowship, differs from every other twelve step fellowship and for me it is sufficient and necessary for my continued well-being. with that in mind, it is time to jump into the shower and get ready for my commute to work, after all it is a good day to be a responsible member of society.

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