Working On It: A Promise Is A Promise
i was secretary at the Tuesday Night: Adventure’s in Sobriety meeting here in Yeaman and the first thing the speaker said was,
I’m meeting some of you for the first time in this room tonight, but you know me better than many of the people who have known me my whole life.
This got me to thinking about our close community here in the Bar None. Though i haven’t met any of you “in real life”, you know more about the “real me” than most of the people i come into contact with every day. In keeping with that spirit, i’m sharing (with her express permission) an e-mail i received from “Working On It”, who explains how it has come to pass that she decided to set sail on the beautiful, yet oft turbulent, sea of sobriety.
Something that happened on Fri June 15th has to be my moment of clarity. I’ve heard stories where nothing dramatic happened but for me, I knew I’d need something to hit me over the head.
I went back home to MI to meet a 10am Saturday appointment. I left around 4pm Friday as the hangover fog had somewhat lifted. I packed my suitcase, goodies bag and work laptop in my car. I spent 2 1/2 hrs in an agonizing crawl through the Chicago freeway system and another 2 1/2 hrs to my midpoint where I gas up and eat. I filled my tank and reached for my laptop bag to get food cash and the bag wasn’t there. Mind you, this is my work laptop so I was frantic. I knew I packed it and was trying to remember if I left the car doors locked when I gassed up. Then the doubts crept in whether or not I packed it at all.
I couldn’t call work to report it missing without being sure, so I knew the only way to know was a drive back home. I called my mom to let her know I was going to be much later. Without the rush hour traffic, it was only a 2 1/2 hour trip back. The entire time I was praying to my God that if my laptop bag was on premise, I promised to surrender my drinking problem up and let Him take 100% control. I repeated this the entire 150 miles.
When I arrived, I saw my laptop in the corner and cried. I then said “A promise is a promise” and called my mom and told her that I was on my way again (at 1130 pm). I spent the next 6 hrs alternating between thanking my God and listening to Coast to Coast AM (highly recommended if you want to scare the Sh*t out of yourself whilst driving in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere ). I rolled into my mom’s place at 530 am which made that a 13 1/2 hour trip. I made my 10 am appointment!
I have to believe that was my moment of clarity. I could never imagine doing anything like that ever again. I’m going to think of it as a choice to keep my promise rather than a choice not to drink. I know it is the same thing, but I prefer to put it in that perspective.
My mantra is “A promise is a promise” and I intend to keep it. I have not had a drink since 2am Friday morning at last call.
Thanks for letting me share your story, Working On It! i hope the people who frequent this Bar None will be able to give you whatever assistance they can, and while i heartily suggest any type of group meeting as therapy (not necessarily AA), i’m confident these members of the D-Generation in here have your back.
Hang in there, my friend, and Keep Working On It.
Posted on June 19, 2012, in Alcoholism, Guest Post, Lessons in Recovery, Recovery and tagged alcohol, Alcohol Recovery, alcoholic, alcoholism, Gratitude, Recovery, recovery friendship. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.