NERAASA, school, and home…

Johnnyboy

I spent last weekend in Portland, Maine for the NERAASA Convention.  For those who do not know, it is the Northeast Regional AA Service Assembly.  This is a working weekend about service.  By service I do not mean coffee makers or chairing meetings.  The service I am talking about is the type that gets literature to the outside world so parole officers, nurses, doctors, judges, clergy, and treatment centers know what AA is and, more important, what it is not.  It is a convention of GSRs, DCMs, Area Delegates, Trustees, and so forth.  These are the 15% who do all the work.  It is because of us that AA groups (as opposed to ‘meetings’) have a say in the affairs of AA worldwide.  What’s the difference between a meeting and group?  A group has a ‘group number’, a vote in the governing structure, and a firm connection to the program.  A meeting does not.  It is easy to become a group.  Go to the next District meeting and sign up.  Then you hold a business meeting, elect officers for the group, and proceed in the bigger world of service to the alcoholic who still suffers.

It was a great weekend and I learned a lot about the program of AA and myself.

School is moving along and I have a lot of work to do this week.  I still have to finish that damn Digital Art and Design course from last semester before April 10th…

Mom is doing brilliantly.  It seems as if the Synthroid is working very well.   Her under-active thyroid was dragging her down.  Now she has more energy during the day and all that.  I can breathe a little easier.

That’s about it for now…

Johnnyboy

12 Stepping, detox, and gratitude…

Johnnyboy

I have had a wild weekend.  Saturday was fantastic and I was able to go to the local ski hill and watch some Nordic Combined ski jumping, which was thrilling.  A friend went as well, and he will put up pictures on website this afternoon.   The weather has warmed and spring is just around the corner.  Fantastic.

Yesterday I went to a morning meeting that I usually don’t go to.  It was a regular ’11th Step’ group that meets at 9AM–too early for me, really.  I prefer ending my day with a night meeting.  It sums up the experience for me. In any case it was kind of a dud. The woman who spoke on the 11th Step only had 4 1/2 months sobriety and was a chronic relapser. Yes, I am judging. When I hear someone speak on the Prayer of St. Francis D’Assisi and the importance of this action, they better have years and experience with sobriety behind them.

Then I went to a local pancake breakfast fundraiser for the local rescue squad, and in the middle of my flapjacks a friend called and alerted me that we were about to go no a 12th Step call.  For those of you who do not know, this is a type of intervention.

So I showed up and spoke to another friend (Bob) who has been on Xanax, Collodopin (sp?), and Methadone for years (prescribed, but for far too long). He was really messed up, but not as much as his miserable mother, who kept on saying that she didn’t want to live because of the shame of having a drug-addict for a son. Him I wanted to save. Her? I would’ve taken a baseball bat to her and not felt much for the old witch. It turns out that she has been baiting, berating, and shaming him since he was little boy. He is an only child and her big beef is that with his birth, her life ended. She has been angry at him for 53 years. I think In would be a drug addict too if I had to put up with her crap.

Anyway, short story….He is in detox at a local hospital to get off all the drugs and especially the Methadone, which is now in his bones. His Medicare covers the hospital stay, but not rehab, which he will need. It is not my job to find out about these things for him. I am neither his sponsor, nor his family. If he wants this path of sobriety, he has to make a commitment to himself. I think the hospital will assign him a social worker.

In short I am grateful. I am grateful that most of my family has always loved me unconditionally, and has never made me feel unwanted or unloved. I am grateful that there is no shame in my home regarding addiction of any sort, that the 12 Steps have been used by me and others to improve our lives and relieve the pain of decades that could have grown into real tragedy.  I am grateful to not have to be going through what Bob (not his real name)  is going through. Good luck buddy. Nothing miraculous about this. Just luck, good fortune, and a desire to change.

Johnnyboy