Everybody Deserve a Chance or Two or more

You Know sometimes in our recovery, or at least mine there are times when my mind becomes shut again. In some things I lose that open mind, which is so valuable and needed in continuous growth. After some clean and sober time, you learn things, you know things. However I always have to remember that there is always more to be learned, and that my learning is not the be all and know all of a given topic. Case in point, while I was pondering on what I was going to write for today’s blog, I was researching my upcoming Recovery coach business and I wandered upon an article/blog from a fellow recovery coach. She was going on about don’t waste her time with BS, that she was only interested in serious clients and that was that. That was the basic idea of the blog, I found myself agreeing and thinking of adding to my other site those ideas, in the form of something like only serious enquiries; don’t waste your money, your time, My time when I can be helping someone who really wants it. I was really brainstorming with this, and was starting to edit another site of mine for recovery experts. As I was thinking of how to write something along these lines for this site. I was remembering how God introduced me to recovery.

Once again God was teaching me. This time on how easy it is to become opinionated, close minded and heartless. All while attempting to be giving and caring, because that is why I do all this. How FREAKIN ARROGANT of me to deny the idea of recovery to anyone, or decide who is allowed to recover or receive what I may have to give. Sometimes we are not in the business of recovery, per se, sometimes we are in the business of seed planting!
Here I reflect on my own humble beginnings in recovery. I was first introduced to A.A. in 1985 or so. Back while I was in prison. I really don’t remember much of anything or even what A.A. really was. All I knew was it got me out of my cell got me seeing other people sometimes even women; there was free coffee and donuts. There were a few of my cronies as we’d sit in the back ogle the women, talk trash and scarf down donuts and coffee. I was told they’d give me a letter or something for my file for the parole board. It would look good and the parole board always liked this stuff when deciding if they would give you parole. That and the old blue signs {the 12 steps and the 12 traditions (not the white ones they have now)} at the front is all I really remember. Even though I really didn’t hear the message consciously. However sub consciously I like to think the seed was planted. I believe it made it easier when I finally did get here. Then even when I did get here, through no genius of my own. I only Got here looking for “three hots and a cot”. One of the reasons I’m glad they took the honest desire part out and replaced with a desire. For when I got here, I only had a desire for three hots and a cot. That and perhaps better luck and/or an even break.
Then even after the fog starting to lift, and I started to hear the message, and I started getting it. I went out and relapsed. So yes everybody deserves a chance, sometimes more than one.
Remember God does not create garbage