Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself.

By now, most of us have a good idea of the neighbor Jesus was talking about. Your neighbor isn’t the family who lives next door. They aren’t the friends at work or the policeman on the corner. Your neighbor is everyone on the planet, all races, religions, ages, or political affiliations. It means everyone. He said I must love them all.

The second part of this commandment is usually skipped over. The primary focus is always on the neighbor, who says nothing about me or myself. The simple word AS is the key. In this context, the little word “as” means to be “the same.” So, I love my neighbor or everyone as much as I love myself. I don’t know about you, but for three-quarters of my life, I had no use for me. Respect didn’t exist, and hatred was more of what I felt all the time.

When I started the healing process, the repulsion gradually transformed into liking who I had become. That was as far as I could go. Anything more than liking the reflection in the mirror seemed a bit on the impossible side. Could I ever say I loved myself? I didn’t have an issue saying I loved my children or dog, but loving me didn’t feel right. While looking in the mirror, I asked, “If you can love another, why can’t you love yourself?” The answer didn’t come right away.

Love is a feeling that originates from deep inside. There cannot be any guilt or shame present as it stands in the way of love. I realized that I always told my children how much I loved them; there was never any feeling behind it. It wasn’t until I made amends with my son that he said, “I always knew you and Mom loved me, but I never felt it.” He couldn’t feel loved because I wasn’t giving it. I know now that I could never give away what I didn’t have; when Jesus said, “as thyself,” he was lighting the light so that I could see that I didn’t have any love inside me.

The answer to making the light brighter was through forgiveness. I needed to look at the person in the mirror and speak gently. I remembered everything I was sorry for and said, “I forgive you for being a bad father.” “I forgive you for being a lousy husband.” “I forgive you for being a lazy employee.” The list went on and on until the bucket was empty. My guilt has been transformed into love and directed toward my soul.

After many years, I can say, “I adore myself.” The saying, “I may not be much, but I am all I have,” applies to me. It sounds silly, but it isn’t. If I had never loved who I am, how could I expect to feel the love you may have for me? Love thy neighbor has a different meaning today. If you don’t love yourself, try telling that person in the mirror how you’re doing your best and that you are not such a bad person. Your love can also grow as a pinecone grows into a giant tree. Give yourself a chance to see who is inside that beautiful shell. You may learn to like and even love that person, as I have.

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The Old Me Sleeps Lightly

Remember those old shortcomings or character defects we thought were put to bed? As it turns out, they don’t go away but sit in the back of our minds, waiting for an excuse to come out and shine. They’re still there, with all the destructive power they carried the first time. I dragged all my character flaws into sobriety, and every once in a while, I’m reminded how they never go away.

Today’s perfect example showed me just how lightly they sleep. I was shopping at a Family Dollar Store, making some weekly purchases. I pushed the yellow cart across the parking lot to my red Corvette convertible. After placing the contents in the trunk and pushing the cart behind the curb stone so it wouldn’t roll out into traffic, I sat behind the wheel. Along came this elderly lady who parked in the front row.  She walked in my direction. I figured she wanted to compliment me on what a beautiful car I was driving. Instead, she went to the back and wheeled the cart alongside, saying, “You lazy bastard. Why can’t you bring your cart back to the store?” That’s when my blood pressure, without my permission, started to climb. I remarked how it was hot and that the store had people to take care of the carts. Again, she said, “If you can’t bring the cart back, then maybe you shouldn’t bring it to your car!” The blood pressure went up ten more degrees, and things came out of my mouth that were never spoken in church. You could say I gave her a piece of my mind, big time. I drove away while we both continued to yell unpleasant obscenities at one another.

When I switch into rage mode, I want to roll back the clock and have a do-over. Later, I thought about how I could have handled the situation with love instead of confrontation, which didn’t make a winer out of anyone. I pray she’s blessed in the same way I am with the ability to self-examine my behavior. I used the Tenth Step to see where I was wrong promptly and immediately forgive myself for the unacceptable behavior. I hope she can do the same instead of going home and taking it out on her husband or pets. She was angry over something before coming into the parking lot. The cart was just an outlet for that anger. Unfortunately, I felt attacked instead of loved and acted out of EGO instead of love.

I felt less guilty after speaking at a meeting about my disappointment with my behavior. I’ve moved on, except to take a minute to write this down.

The story’s moral is that even though I’m 31 years sober, the old me still sleeps lightly.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Impulsive decision-making is rational human behavior. Not every sudden decision landed me in jail. Some spur-of-the-moment urges can be good, but acting before thinking can destroy chances for achieving life’s long-term goals. Sometimes, it’s the “little” quick decisions that can, because of unintended consequences, cause as much grief as the major ones.

Relationships are one area in life were acting quickly without thinking ahead can be too easy.  One impulsive “relationship decision” can put me in a hole that I can’t easily climb out of. I always look for the wrong attributes in a potential partner. Now I’ve changed my approach by saying to myself, “If we can’t carry on a conversation after sex, don’t go there in the first place.” This so far has served me well.

Before starting any relationship, make a conscious decision to take your time. If you are committed from the start to taking things slowly, you are far less likely to regret impulsive moves.

Hasty decisions for an alcoholic, like hanging out with the wrong crowd, could turn out badly. We all want to feel wanted and loved but need to watch who we associate with. We should have similar interests, or at least the other person should be someone to learn from.

Money is one of the easiest areas where impulsive decisions can get me in serious trouble. Debt is no joke when it can follow me wherever I go and take decades to pay off. Before making a purchase, I can ask myself if the item is a legitimate need or just another want. If it is actually a want rather than a need, I give myself time to think about it. I say, “If I really want this tomorrow, then I can come back.”

Credit cards make it dangerously easy to give in to impulsive shopping urges that can ultimately ruin me financially. Do I need as many credit cards as I may have? Am I putting things on the card just because I can? If so, I resolve to use cash as much as possible. If the money isn’t available for the must-have, the answer is I should wait until I have the finance.

We live in a very abundant society, and it’s not hard to decide if I want something to eat or drink in the spur of the moment. It smells and looks good; suddenly, it’s in the shopping cart or on my plate. My strategy for countering the urge to make that impulse purchase is to ask myself whether my body needs the dessert I want to buy—and the answer is always no.

Whether I like it or not, one key to a happy, successful life is the ability to stick to a schedule so I can reach my goals and not just randomly let impulses dictate my time. This is where impulsivity can get in the way, and not for the better. I can make a schedule and vow to stick with it.

Having a healthy sense of self can give me an idea of how much work is needed to change my impulsive habits. Some are more impulsive than others, and I can change if I know I’m prone to making hasty decisions without much thought. My suggestion was to map out the areas where it’s a real issue in my life.  Also, I need to identify situations where I’m most likely to make impulsive decisions. If I know what social situations are where I’m the most impulsive, I can commit to being more careful.

Impulsivity makes it not only hard to have a functional life; it’s also a sign that I could have a mental health condition such as Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) or Bipolar Disorder. If, when looking at my impulses, there is a pattern of regular impulsive decisions, I must seek appropriate mental health guidance or treatment.

For most of us, impulsive decisions stem directly from getting caught up in what we want right now without thinking ahead, never thinking about the potential consequences. 

How often have you had the reflective thought, “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

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Good Grief

Grief is a topic that only comes up when someone’s in crisis. Losing a wife, sister, mother, or pet can cause an individual to do things common sense overlooks. Understanding how the process works can help when you are going through it. Five stages must be addressed with each loss. There are no shortcuts or easy ways around it, but once you know where you are, you will see the light at the end of the tunnel much clearer. Here is a brief overview of the process:

Denial

The first reaction is to deny its reality. You might hear yourself saying, “This isn’t happening.” Denial is a defense mechanism. It’s a temporary response that carries us through the first wave of pain.

Anger

As denial wears off, reality and its pain re-emerge. We are not ready. Anger may be directed at our deceased loved one or God himself. We feel guilty for being angry, and this makes us more upset. Go easy on yourself. You are not being punished, even if it feels that way.

Bargaining

Secretly, we may make a deal with God or our higher power to postpone the inevitable. “Please, God, bring them back, and I will be a better person.”

Depression

Sadness and regret dominate our emotions. We accept the loss, but the sadness is still overwhelming.

Acceptance

This phase is marked by withdrawal and calm. It’s not a period of happiness but an acceptance of the loss.

Coping with loss is ultimately a deeply personal and singular experience — nobody can help you go through it more easily or understand all the emotions you’re going through. Friends and relatives can be there for you and help comfort you through this five-stage process. The best thing you can do is allow yourself to feel the grief as it comes over you. Resisting prolongs the natural process of healing.

Love, what it is, not what it’s not

Webster’s defines love as:

  1. Strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties

Or maternal love for a child.

  1. Attraction based on sexual desire.
  2. Lovers feel affection and tenderness.
  3. Affection based on admiration, benevolence, or interest in love for his old schoolmates

After reading this description of love, I still don’t know what love is. The Bible tries in its way in Corinthians 13:4-8:

Love is patient; love is kind. It does not envy, boast, or be proud. It does not dishonor others, is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, and keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, trusts, and perseveres. Love never fails.

I’m even more confused after reading that. The above tells me what love isn’t or what it doesn’t do. It states how love protects, trusts, and perseveres. What does it mean?

In my 30 years in Recovery, I’ve read hundreds of books and attended another hundred lectures and seminars. I have assembled a group of thoughts about what I think love is all about. You may or may not agree with this conclusion, but this understanding is for me. If you receive any benefit from this explanation, then we are all better off that I’ve written it down.

Everyone agrees love is a strong feeling. It comes from within me. I feel the love from another. Could I feel love if I didn’t already have it in my heart? If I despise myself, can I feel love? Can I give something away which I don’t already possess? The simple answer is no, it can’t be done. I know because I lived it. I would tell my kids I loved them, but it was only a word. In later years, while making a 9th step amend to my son, he said, “I knew you loved me but never felt it.” Could he grow up as I did, not love himself, without a role model?

Love can only be received if you’re ready to accept it. It’s always on me, and the feeling is always inside me. I can tell you I love you, but a sense of connection can only be made if you’re receptive.

In conclusion, to feel love, you must love yourself. Love for oneself can only be achieved through forgiveness. Forgiveness comes about by recognizing your misgivings, looking in the mirror, and actually saying the words to yourself. It’s a process and takes time, but it only works if you do it.

Today, I feel loved and can try to describe to others what it feels like. We will make the connection if they are in the right place. If not, they are just words without meaning.

This may help you a little, as it helped me a lot.

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AAs and Etiquette

Relationships are something we can’t avoid. You must be in contact with people at some point in the day or week to survive. In AA, we believe everyone needs help to make it. In thirty years of attending meetings regularly, I have only known people who stayed sober, with recovering people helping them. Later, as the new person acquires some experience and knowledge of how others have stayed sober, it becomes time for them to branch out and begin helping others. To accomplish this, we need to know a little about how to treat others and be genuinely concerned about all AAs.

First and foremost, it’s crucial to make the new person feel at home. A single individual can take the initiative to approach the new person, engage in conversation, and guide them to the coffee, snacks, and bathrooms. An introduction to the essence of the meetings could be beneficial. Subsequently, the new person should be introduced to someone of the same sex and age. It’s all too common for the new person to be left alone while the AA cliques engage in their own conversations, often forgetting the significance of the new person in the room. This sense of inclusion is vital to their journey.

Treating the new person as someone special should not be carried to the extreme, either. Having a Step One meeting is good, but when sharing our experience, we should avoid looking directly at the new person. We should not point the discussion at them, which is cross-talk and discouraged. If people in my first meeting focused the spotlight on me, I might have walked out. Instead, those who shared addressed the group.

While we’re at it, let’s not forget the person with sobriety who is attending our meeting for the first time. They may feel just as disconnected as the new person. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been snubbed at meetings while groups of friends gathered in the corner. Old timers need attention too.

Another form of lousy etiquette is interrupting other conversations. Have you ever been talking with another AA when a third person interrupts and starts talking with the person you were sharing with? I have, and it’s happening way too often. My mother would tell me immediately if I interrupted her conversations, saying, “It’s rude to interrupt.” Some AAs have never learned that, but as adults, we should be responsible for respecting others. My input doesn’t count when it happens to me; the other person is more important. Most AAs are sensitive by nature and upset when our boundaries are not respected.

When engaging in a conversation with several people, it’s important to acknowledge everyone in the circle. Omitting someone is akin to snubbing them, a feeling I’ve experienced and found unpleasant. I’ve had to restrain my reaction to avoid further embarrassment. No one among us is more important than the other. Even if you don’t agree or particularly like an individual, a simple head nod can go a long way in showing that they are acknowledged and respected.

By making a conscious effort to understand and practice proper etiquette, we can significantly enhance the sense of belonging for all of us. This will help us feel like we are part of something bigger, not just a few. It’s about creating a community where everyone feels connected and valued.

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Willing to go to Any Lengths

In early recovery, the first month anyway, I thought the first line of “How It Works” read, “Rarely have we seen a person thoroughly follow our path.” I was dubious about staying stopped from the drinking thing. Then came the reading, “At some of these, we balked.” Not following baseball that closely, I didn’t know the word’s meaning. Did people walk around like chickens saying, “balk, balk, balk?” It didn’t make sense, but I wouldn’t ask. You are probably getting the idea that I wanted to do it my way.  In those early days, the deck felt stacked against me. Only by the Grace of God did I stay sober and not hurt myself. I did everything the way I thought it should be, and my way did get me in a lot of jackpots that were not necessary, or maybe they were.

In those early years, I got involved with the running of a sober club, married for a Wapping 52 days to a woman 20 years younger and one who didn’t even like men. I believed I could cure her.

At seven years sober, I started a self-help bookstore named, “Journey to Serenity.” The store name described my journey, which lasted three years before bankruptcy. Once again, several friends suggested that I may need more time to be ready for such an undertaking. I would listen to some old-timers calling what I was practicing “Slowbriety.” One day, a much older woman told me I would go backward if I went any slower. Little did I know how right she was.

At ten years sober and still practicing “my” program in place of “the” program, I put a gun to my head. I didn’t want to die, but I wanted the torment going on in my mind to stop. It was then that I read for the first-time page 92 in the step book, “Finally, we begin to see that all people, including ourselves, are to some extent emotionally ill as well as frequently wrong, and then we approach true tolerance and see what real love for our fellows means. It will become more and more evident as we go forward that it is pointless to become angry or to get hurt by people who, like us, are suffering from the pains of growing up.” I called the next day to the person I was calling my temporary sponsor and admitted what I planned the night before. He agreed that my troubles were deep and that a professional could help me.

In desperation, I went out the back door of the sober club, crossed the street, and entered a counseling center. Sitting at the front desk was an attractive young lady. She asked, “Can I help you?” The words came out of my mouth, “I need help.” She instructed me into an office off the entryway. We sat, and she asked, “Why do you think you need therapy?” I commenced to unload my fifth step with her, although I hadn’t done a fourth step yet. I went on and on with my life history for fifteen minutes. She listened intensively and then interrupted, “Okay, enough; I will schedule you to see a therapist.” I was shaken and replied, “Aren’t you my therapist?” I will never forget what she said. “No, I am the receptionist, and my only duty is to ask you one question. We will be in touch.”

Terrified of what I had revealed to a stranger, I went back to the sober club and told them what had happened. They all had a good laugh at me. After working with a good addiction therapist for over a year, I began to feel the dark veil lifting. I went on for another four years with four other therapists. I would first move to a new location, find where the meetings were, and then find a good counselor.

The road I traveled early on is undoubtedly the less traveled path, but I especially remain sober. I attribute it to a power greater than I and surrendering to the idea that I can never drink again if I wanted the wonderful life I had found. Thank you, AA, and that great power behind it all.

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It’s all about ME

That is a true statement because it must be all about me. If it’s not, I’m screwed. The statement I hear at AA meetings always says, “The new person is the most important person in the room.” That’s right to a point. The new person is the most important, after me! I must be number one in my life if I’m to remain sober and have a reasonable chance of staying that way, along with living the good life.

I know this idea upsets some of the old-timers. Some feel differently, but this is how I feel, and it’s served me well for three consecutive decades of recovery.

When we read the AA Preamble at the beginning of every meeting, it states, “Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics achieve sobriety.” Number one, I must stay away from drugs and alcohol. To reach that goal, I must focus on growing and changing in line with spiritual principles. 

Thank God, someone made me feel important when I entered the rooms. As a new person, I quickly realized that if I didn’t put my sobriety ahead of everything else, family, jobs, and friends, I was destined to fail. I didn’t want it to happen, so my philosophy changed to, “My sobriety is first, and everything else falls in after that.”

I came to AA from a very dark place, and that place is waiting for me should I ever forget who I am. I’m in trouble if my priorities focus on other than God and sobriety.

I pray that the God of my understanding helps me never to forget where I came from and allows me to give back a few of the gifts I have received by staying sober.

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“Who’s Suffering in Your Resentment?”

That question was asked by a friend who watched me carry an enormous resentment far longer than necessary. It’s never required.

I haven’t told this story to many because it’s embarrassing to think it took me so long to learn something most people learn early in life. This lesson happened when I was eight years sober. Most would say I should have known by then all there is to know about disliking someone to the point where I suffer. I didn’t see it and wasn’t about to ask.

Toward the end of a two-year relationship, the road became very rough. We argued at least once a week and had been engaged seven times by then. We both should have seen the writing on the wall. I was blinded by what I thought was love, but instead, lust or neediness on my part. We both knew it was over, but she didn’t have the money to rent her apartment, which she did have before I rode into town on my white horse to rescue her.

When the final straw was reached, I told her to move within two weeks, or I was putting her stuff in the street. When I returned the next day from work, a police car was in the driveway. My first thought was she may have hurt herself. An officer came out and handed me a piece of paper, a restraining order. I could only retrieve a handful of possessions. I was out of my own home. I moved in with a friend and two weeks later rented an apartment. At the end of the lease, she moved into an apartment of her own for which I paid the security deposit. I still didn’t want to accept the relationship was over.

She started seeing her bartender, a guy named John. He drove a white van. I would attend an AA meeting near her house and see the van parked outside her place. I didn’t look at it as stocking but as keeping the resentment growing. This behavior went on for several months until I had to make a physical change. At the time, the company I had worked for was closing my division and offered me ten months’ severance in a lump sum, which I grabbed up.

Being on my own, knowing I had to break that connection to the resentment, I moved ninety miles away and opened my own business. I had no contact with her for two years, and then she called. She said she had cancer and only three months to live. I journeyed to her apartment, where the white van was parked out front. It still made my heart race seeing it, even after two years.

After a brief how-do-you-do and telling her how sorry I was about her situation, I asked the whereabouts of her friend John.

I about hit the floor when she said, “John died of a heart attack a month after we started dating.”

In shock, I asked, “What about the van out front?”

She replied, “John’s family gave me his van because I didn’t have a car.”

I came to the harsh reality that I had been carrying resentment for the past two years against a dead guy. What a complete waste of time and energy that was.

We all have lessons to learn, but you don’t have to do it the slow way I did. Today, I don’t wait a single day to relieve resentment. I have realized the hard way that “I am the one who suffers,” and I don’t like suffering. Pain, yes, I can deal with that, but suffering is a luxury best left to those more capable of handling it.

Today, after thirty years sober, I can laugh at this experience. Thank God I learned that lesson and reminded myself that “Carrying resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other guy to die.” Who’s the one who suffers?

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The Ripple Effect

When I first heard the saying “The Ripple Effect,” my first thought was rippling wine, which was one of my favorites as it was cheap. It left me with terrible hangovers, as there was a price to pay. I found out later that was not what they were talking about. It’s the ripples in the water. Once again, the thought of skipping a rock across a smooth pond came to mind. That was me, bouncing into different people’s lives, leaving them a mess like the pond’s surface. Once again, there was a different explanation that the old timers had in mind.

I was told that life around me is like a pond’s smooth surface. That is when I am dropped into the water with a big splash. The results of my actions can be felt from one end of the pond to the other as the rings of the splash move outward. Immediate circles have the most disruption; the further you go, the less disruption you get.

It was further explained that sometimes, the circles strike an object and bounce back toward me. The object may be the police, my ex-wife, an old debt, or charges I skipped out on. It doesn’t matter what changes the direction of the wave; it comes back to get me at some point. The idea is to be sober and work on my shortcomings so they won’t come back to bite me.

The same analogy can be used in my sober life; only then is the splash different. Today, the ripples I send out sober are ones of forgiveness and love. It’s the same action but entirely different outcomes as the obstacles have been lifted out of the pond, and my positive message radiates to others and on to even more people. You never know how many people you will affect when something is dropped into the pond. Make sure it’s from your heart and not the EGO. I must never forget that whatever I say can be passed on and on and on.

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Speak from Your Heart

Off we go again on another one of my mind-bending journeys. What is Truth? It sounds simple, but is it? The dictionary says, “True or by fact or reality.” Another is “a fact or belief accepted as true.” Are these two definitions an accurate representation of actual truth? I say no and probably a hundred definitions do not represent the word.

Consider this: the truth, in essence, is what you perceive it to be. It is not a universal constant, like white or black. White remains white, regardless of perspective. Two individuals can observe the same sheet of paper, and both will affirm its whiteness. Even a color-blind person, upon being informed of the paper’s color, will interpret it based on their perception.

Let’s delve into a contemporary example. In today’s political climate, two individuals from the extreme ends of a political spectrum can witness the same event. Yet, their beliefs lead them to perceive a 180-degree difference in what they consider the truth. Each will vehemently argue their stance, convinced of their rightness and the other’s wrongness. In their context, they are both correct as well as wrong. This idea underscores that truth is a construct of our minds, and we will hold onto our beliefs until the end or at least our time.

So, if that is true, I guess there isn’t any truth unless it comes from God, and how do I know what God’s truth is? I can only say how I do it. First, I must stop and shut out the outside world. Meditations works or just sit quiet. It’s then that I think about what the truth is. Almost immediately, I go to my heart. I focus on that part of my body. “What does my heart say?” Our heart’s anatomy consists of 40,000 cells which are the same as brain cells. The heart can think. That explains a lot of expressions I learned over the years. The heart only expresses love. Love originates there. Intuition comes from the same place. I have heard that I try to connect my heart and brain. With the ability to think without all the brain clutter, the heart is a translator of God’s words. God expresses it as a feeling. If it feels right, it probably is. Wrong intuition means I must look at the truth as it should be.  

I don’t know how often I had that bad feeling in my heart, and did it anyway. It always turned out poorly.

I hope you are less confused than when we started. It makes sense to me, and that is the truth!

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