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No More Fun

When I first joined the fellowship, I had a few concerns
Not knowing much about AA, was fearful when I learned
That if I wanted what they had, I’d really have to change
And rid myself of my old ways, completely rearrange

The first thing I heard someone say, I did not comprehend
He said that they had found a way to never drink again
Not ever, ever drink again, that’s not why I came here
To get the wife off of my back and moderate my beer

The next thought that caused me to fret, enticing me to run
If I could never drink again, a life with no more fun
Life would be dull, enjoyment gone, the good times never more
For life without my alcohol, I’d turn into a bore

I’d think about the many times where drinking was a part
Those fishing trips and football games, a drink the way to start
Or sitting on my favorite bar and drinking with my friends
I’d miss all that and think of how I wished it would not end

But while I sat and reminisced about those fun filled days
Some other thoughts came in my mind and real concerns were raised
Like when I went to watch a game, some guys I went to meet
When half time came, I looked the fool, passed out there in my seat

I thought about another time, a fun time at the bar
On my way home, I hit a tree and ruined my new car
Police arrived, they checked me out, I knew they could not fail
To see that I was very drunk, away I went to jail

It took some time for me to see and finally realize
That what I thought was having fun was trouble in disguise
And at that time, a light came on, and then I understood
My drinking I could not control and knew I never would

Back in the rooms I took to heart what others had to say
Keep coming back, put in the work, get on your knees and pray
And before long, to my surprise, things did begin to change
The stuff that once had baffled me now did not seem so strange

I came to see a different way to live, my life at peace
And with that came a benefit, my troubles start to cease
Now when I’m at a football game or fishing on the sea
I’m there to just enjoy the day, sober, calm and free

When I think back to those first days, I find myself amused
No fun, I thought, but now I laugh, how I was so confused
It’s not the booze that made times great, the good times just begun
Enjoy each day, the things you do, a sober life IS FUN.

Larry R.

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The Power of The Pause

We hear about a kit of tools to help us to get by
When life decides to intervene, our peace to nullify
A tool that is most useful, no matter what the cause
Is one that we have learned to use, the one that’s called the pause

While drinking most of us rejected turning from a fight
Weather physical or verbal since we knew that we were right
Our first instinct was to lash out and make them understand
That we were right and they were wrong, we made it a demand

The bad part of this action was it always made things worse
Tempers flared, bad things were said, we’d yell and start to curse
Then walk away and carry a resentment in our brain
And drink to help forget our way of thinking was insane

Once we turned the corner and our drinking days were through
We started to think differently, a better path pursue
When faced with situations that would cause us to react
We stop and think, before we speak, some words we can’t take back

By pausing when confronted by a person, place or thing
That sets us up to lash out, makes us want to take a swing
We take the time to contemplate and let our minds rehearse
If striking back will really help or only make things worse

This does not mean we must accept what others do or say
But we have learned, most times it’s best, to put those thoughts at bay
Restrain the natural impulse to avenge what we conceive
An offence directed towards us or insensitivity

By taking time to let things cool we often realize
The thing that had upset us melts away, desensitizes
Refusing to engage what would had been an altercation
We did not add to feelings that would harm future relations

A friend or spouse just sometimes may be having a bad day
Makes a careless comment, hurts our feelings, cause dismay
They may not have meant to say it, we decide to let it pass
We think of other times when we’re the one that was the ass

So, taking time to pause before we jumped into the fray
We avoided confrontation with our defect on display
Pausing gives us power just to do the next right thing
Practice what we have been taught, serenity is king.

Larry R.

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When “Yet” Becomes “Now”

He told himself it was ok, to have a bit of fun
He could stop at any time, just now he was not done
He drank more than his friends at times, did things he would regret
Sometimes he thought of stopping, but he wasn’t quite there yet

His first exposure to the law was from a DUI
While driving home one evening, no doubt that he was high
He came upon a traffic check, was motioned to pull over
It ended in a room that night, an eight-by-eight enclosure

Was just bad luck that got him there, he tried to justify
The reason he was in this mess; misfortune his reply
Had he drove home another way this would not have occurred
Denying drinking was the cause, the only voice he heard

He lost his license for a year and had to do without
Rely on friends or call a cab, it made him want to shout
Mostly he would stay at home with nothing much to do
So, he turned to the bottle, have himself a drink or two

Before long two turned into three, consumption was increasing
Take uber to the liquor store, desire never ceasing
But once he got his license back, he’d quit for sure, he thought
When that day came sobriety was the last thing that he sought

When I must drive, I will not drink, he made himself a promise
It was not long before this vow was totally demolished
The same routine he had before was playing out again
He wrecked the car, was badly hurt, took months for him to mend

He knew he’d lost control, he felt he had to find a way
To moderate the way he drank, he’d heard about AA
Perhaps those folks could show him how to manage how he drank
Education was his need, an alcohol think tank

But when he went into the rooms, he got a big surprise
They said that he could never drink, there was no compromise
That’s not what he had bargained for, this place he’d soon forget
These folks were truly hard-core drunks, he was not that bad yet

As always does, things just got worse, the bottle was his master
Lost his job, lost his home, his life was a disaster
The ending of his story was played out in a motel
With empty bottles all around, the sound a lonely knell

Most of us had been like him, it’s easy to forget
How many times we told ourselves that “we’re not that bad yet”
Us lucky ones, fore it’s too late, had found the will somehow
To realize the time had come and YET had become NOW

Larry R.

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A Laugh Regarding “Sponsorship”

A man in a hot air balloon realized that he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted another man below. He descended a bit more and shouted, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”

The man below replied, “You’re in a hot air ball hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You’re between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude.”

“You must be a sponsor,” said the balloonist. “I am,” replied the man, “how did you know?” “Well,” answered the balloonists, “everything you told me is, technically correct, but I’ve no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help at all. If anything, you’ve delayed my trip.”

The man below responded, “You must be a sponsee”

“I am,: replied the balloonist, “but how did you know?”

“Well,” said the man, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you’ve no idea how to keep, and you expect other people to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it’s my fault.”