I Found Me In a Trash Pile Out Back
I know who I am and whose I am. I heard that at some A.A. meeting and wrote it down. It is true of me today, but I haven't always been able to make that claim. I thought I knew who I was. I was talented at my jobs, I was a loving husband, I was my children's hero, I was smart, I knew where my life was going. Pish posh! I flew too high. It all came crashing down on me, and the only way to get back on top was to change the way I felt. I chose alcohol to kill the pain long enough for me to regroup. It didn't work. It took me time to realize I wasn't who I thought I was. I wasn't who God wanted me to be. Drinking was one more albatross around my neck. Yeah, I flew too high, and then I was sinking fast. I found out whose I was. I don't know how that happened or I would share that miracle with you. Finding God took time. It took listening to people who were already there, reading books, exploring my real innerself, finding love, letting go of fear. My th...