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“I wish I was as peaceful as you are,” he said as he shook his head. “You don’t seem to get upset about much of anything. How do you do it?” I smiled as I considered what my friend had just said. Surely, you have got to be kidding, I thought. But I knew he wasn’t. Of...
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There are few experiences more intense than listening to a friend in recovery bare their soul to us and to God about everything objectionable in their life. But before this happens, we must have a clear understanding of what our role is, and what we can do to help...
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One of the pitfalls alcoholics in recovery seem to fall into from time to time is that we feel we are so unique that no one can possibly understand us. However, that feeling can only lead to self-pity, and isolation—two things I avoid like the plague. Although I...
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One of the many beautiful ideas I’ve heard over the years is that God does not waste a single thing—not even our tears. Every difficulty, every trial, every experience we have—both good and bad—can help us become more effective in helping others. It took a while for...
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It’s my oldest cowboy hat, and I believe it is the least expensive straw hat I’ve ever bought. If I recall correctly, I might have paid $8.00 for it many years ago at a Rural King store. But it’s my favorite hat, and when I couldn’t find my ball cap at 6:30 a.m., I...
