Are you grateful for your success in program or do you take it for granted?
There was a time I didn't think much about where I came from (the pain) and how much better my life is. I took my life and my recovery for granted. I became complacent. So when I received some medical news about myself that wasn't positive, I fell apart and went into an emotional relapse.
I couldn't understand why (something like this) would happen to me, especially when I was doing everything I was supposed to do. (I'd been abstinent and following a specific food plan for over 13 years.) I did what the doctors wanted - what happened?
This time period, ultimately, changed my whole life. Someone called and asked if I would help her. In the end, she's the one who helped me. She had something I wanted - a spiritual program. God got my attention. I realized I'd been working a physical program only, not a spiritual one.
I am working a spiritual program today because of this messenger. I also don't take my program for granted anymore. (This is not to say I do everything perfectly.)
Instead of seeing what I can get out of life, my goal today is to see what I can give or bring to life. A question I ask myself is, "How can I help someone today?" I don't consciously have to ask it anymore - it happens automatically now. I also ask, "What would God (HP) want me to do in this situation?"
We never know how we'll affect someone's life. This summer I was able to see my brother for the first time in eight years. (It has been his drug use that's kept us apart).
One of the last times I saw him, I gave him a couple of 12 Step books - the A.A. Big Book and a Narcotics Anonymous book. I also talked to him about program and how it's affected my life.
This summer he told me he's been clean for three years (he still has his N.A. book.) I mention this because my brother has been using since he was in his teens - he's now 54. There have been many prayers said in our family for him and lots of fears when the phone rang - especially during the times when we didn't know where he was. I knew there was nothing more I could do for him and worrying wasn't going to help my program - so I gave him to God - to do with as he wished.
When I said goodbye this summer I told him I loved him. Physically, I don't know where my brother is now. I do know he's in God's hands.
No, I don't take anything for granted anymore. I'm grateful for all my Higher Power has given me, as I walk with him hand in hand, on this wonderful journey called RECOVERY.
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