I’m bravely heading into another week. Work should be interesting this week. I really need to not blog about it. In my other job, the risk was that my boss would find my blog, and I knew the odds were slim. In this job, I have a whole host of people I am dealing with, some of whom are pretty ‘net savvy and anyone could find my blog in about 10 minutes if they really wanted to. As the HIPPPPAAAAA comppliance offfffficer (sorry for the deliberate misspelling), I am warning people about “social media,” and yet here I am every day. Not talking about pts., but talking about work. Enough!
I attended a meeting yesterday where a friend was celebrating 30 years of sobriety. Her two (non-alcoholic) daughters came to the meeting and between them, talked for a good half hour. They all three talked about how much they hate white people. Not hated, no, hate. Present tense. It took me a while to become uncomfortable, but it happened.
Although I generally discourage people from having high expectations in proportion to a person’s length of sobriety, I was profoundly discouraged that someone who has been in this program for 30 years would so be blatantly disrespectful of the other people in the room. Maybe after a while someone would think they have a “right” to do whatever they want to?
I didn’t bother thinking “what if that was my first meeting?” because my first meetings were bat-sh** crazy. If we want to get sober, we will. No matter what kind of lunacy we are subjected to in meetings or with other people. Let no one blame anyone for their own relapse. Truly.
At the end of the meeting, she insisted we all keep our hands held after the Lord’s Prayer and she chanted some kind of native american prayer.
I wonder what would happen if I tried the same thing and sang the “Ave Maria.” Actually I don’t wonder at all. It would not be tolerated – and rightly so.
There are traditions that have held us together for over 70 years. I guess we can start to think we are too “special” for any of that nonsense. God help us if and when we do.
I’m still sober today, and plan to stay sober for the rest of my life, one day at a time. Should I sing the Ave Maria after my 30th birthday meeting next year? Just kidding.