Every now and again I have a bit of a pity party. It’s the one that goes like this, “Why did this happen to me? Why can’t I be like normal people? Why do I have to work the 12 steps the rest of my life?”
Can you hear the baby crying in the background? Because I can. I don’t know how often this happens, and I would say that it’s happening less and less, but it still happens. Usually around the same time I start softening my bottom lines, quit doing daily study and meditation, or stop calling a friend to do 10th steps. Coincidence? I think not.
Every now and then something will truly move me. It will usually change my perspective on how I see the world, how I look to the future, or how I even interpret my past. Most of them are with my family like an incredible vacation, a lost loved one, or a major event in our children’s lives. But once in a while something unique occurs and it becomes one of the things that will always be part of me and I will never forget. The latest indelible memory came from my brother in the form of a padded envelope on Friday afternoon. Continue reading