Hey Dallas, I gotta tell you about these promises and how they really came to life for me over the past week. Man I really got to thank you for bringing these things up because they are all stuffed away hiding in the Big Book, and nobody reads them out loud at meetings but they really should be.
It was the Labor Day weekend, and a buddy I known for some 30 years was coming over to visit because my son asked him and some of his friends over for a cookout. My buddy isn't an alcoholic, and either is my son. There was a few other friends of my son coming over too, and his girlfriend.
My buddy asks me if its OK to bring some beer, because he knows I'm an alcoholic, and he didn't want to be rude. I think about it and feel a little uneasy, but I go over the facts in my mind. Here's a bunch of people that want to have a few drinks socially over the holidays. If nobody else is an alcoholic but me, and I don't drink, well that means the police aren't coming over, windows won't get broken, nobody gets beat up, and nobody goes to jail. I took a chance and said OK.
My buddy brings over a case, and their all cooking out and shooting the breeze, and I'm stuck on the computer for a while. I go out and walk the dogs, and we eats, and then shot the breeze. My son and his girl, and his friends disappear, and my buddy and me just wind down and play with the dogs. He's a real dog lover and teaches me everthing I know about those mangy creatures, and he is good with them.
I'm putting my dishes in the sink, and my buddy opens the fridge to get a last beer. I look and I can't figure out how come there's still a boatload of full bottles there. I said you gotta take that home. There was 14 beers left out of a case of 24. There was 4 people there drinking, so that works out to 2-3 beers a person. It's 11 O'clock, everybody has already gone home, and there's 14 beers left. Get this - he even says he's gonna stick around an hour just to be sure his blood alcohol was not illegal - after 3 beers over the whole night.
He goes home, and my son comes back with his girl and his other buddy. I told him my buddy took the leftover beer home except for two he couldn't fit back into the box. My son takes the two, gives one to his friend, starts on the other one, and says "good we don't need it around here". I just scratched my head and said boy aint this a peculiar thing?
Things would have turned out mighty different if I was drinking. First there wouldn't have been 14 beers left, then I'd be getting all fired up at 11 O'clock ready to party more. If somebody took the leftover beer home, I'd get mad. Then there'd be fighting, blood, police, and handcuffs. The thing that was strange about it was, the outcome of that night was in my hands, and if anyone could have screwed things up, it WASN'T my son, his friends, or my buddy or ANYONE ELSE...it would have been YOURS TRULY!
The only "fear" I had was somebody else getting as drunk as I know I would have, and all hell breaking loose. But that never happened. I was totally fine with everything and everybody. I didn't have the slightest urge to drink, and I didn't feel bad because I couldn't drink. And why I felt good about it was that I know I could
drink, that nothing was stopping me, but I made the SANE choice
given as a gift to all us alcoholics to leave it all alone. I realized my sanity has been restored, and there was no urge, desire, or feeling like I missed something. Because of the AA program of recovery, and a Higher Power, I was not powerless
on that holiday celebration. And nobody even got drunk, and we all got along and had a regular SANE holiday like normal people, even while alcohol was in the midst.
I tell you what Dallas, those promises are VERY REAL and TRUE. Thanks again for the reminder...it makes the blessing of Sobriety more beautiful.