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Oct 8, 2005
My boys Seth breaks it down
Mark,
Your text goes here.
"Who keeps us Sober?" This is a phrase that continuously pops up in the 12-step meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous. I've sat in my chair, patiently thinking, "who is it that keeps me sober?" The leaders, the so-called trusted sponsers, like to give credit to a Higher Power, or a Being that is not on Earth. They say that I should place my trust in something that I cannot see. They say that "[my] Higher Power" will keep me sober, and, at the same time, "restore me to sanity." After my three months of sobriety, all I can say is that from where I stand, the only person who has kept me sober is myself.

The sponser approaches me, "Seth, you need to find something that is your Higher Power, something that you know is your own version of a Higher Power."

"Well, I believe in the Universe," I say. "So by the methods I should adhere to by your 12-step strictures, I should give credit to planet Jupiter. I guess it's not me doing it, but some far off asteroid, or a comet that's ready to throttle itself into the sun. Gee... this makes me feel so much better. Thanks for the credit, and the shiney, cheap token that you give me for sweating out the last three months."

The sponser looks at me with downcast eyes.

"Seth, maybe you can see it in spirits. Maybe there's something out there who you can pray to that will keep you sober."

I think for a moment. The image of my passed away grandfather pops into my head.

layout...

"Are you telling me that I should give the credit to my dead grandfather? The one who used to pilot steel-jets for Northwest? The man who used to drink excessively? The man who would drink a bottle of whiskey and hit on flight-attendants on flight 509? The man who used to get his kicks by flirting with teenage girls while getting high by smoking drugs in an opium den in some shady Saigon district. You want me to give him credit? Not only is that insulting to me, but it's espeically insulting, and laughable to him. If he could, he'd come back from the grave and say, 'those A.A. give you no credit, kid. You keep yourself sober... not some "mystery spook!" One day, a few weeks ago, you asked me how sober life was going. Well, this is the best way I can describe it

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Keep stabbin' 'em,

Seth


Posted at 06:11 pm by markhebert42

 

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