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HE OFFERED TO PLANT ME A GARDEN

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Recently a friend said to me…

“When I was young I beat my chest about “giving back”; today I give anonymously.

I once voiced group opinion as my own; today my own is my own.

As a young man I learned WHAT to think; today I am more concerned with HOW.

As a young man I jogged, I went to the gym and I rode a bike. I still do those things.

As a young man  I lived within my means; I still do that as well.”

I asked him to lend me some grocery money. He offered to plant me a garden.

And he showed me how to tighten the cable on  my bicycle.

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HE OFFERED TO PLANT ME A GARDEN

lee_broom

Recently a friend said to me…

“When I was young I beat my chest about “giving back”; today I give anonymously.

I once voiced group opinion as my own; today my own is my own.

As a young man I learned WHAT to think; today I am more concerned with HOW.

As a young man I jogged, I went to the gym and I rode a bike. I still do those things.

As a young man  I lived within my means; I still do that as well.”

I asked him to lend me some grocery money. He offered to plant me a garden.

And he showed me how to tighten the cable on  my bicycle.

“I’M THINKING…” RECEIVED ANONYMOUSLY DURING THE HOLIDAYS

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“I’M THINKING…” received anonymously  during the holidays.

“I’m thinking it might be time to retire from certain recovery influences in my life.

After deciding to switch to public transportation I thought at first, that being without a vehicle in my parking space was the worst possible aspect of a changing life style.

And then I was pompously instructed by a man fifteen years younger, to accept help from others as a permanent feature of this changing way of life.

I was actually told that by removing myself from the roster of possible service commitments that I was robbing those who need such commitments in order to experience a successful recovery, were therefore being robbed of a basic recovery tool.

Really?

What next?

The group has no interest in my message of rejecting group think influences and I’ve none in Chapter Five.

Service to the community at large and the message of non-conformity are my interests; I am discovering new ways of  meeting these commitments, previously established in earlier decades.

Perhaps that is enough…

Perhaps not.”

Anomymous.

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HE OFFERED TO PLANT ME A GARDEN

lee_broom

Recently a friend said to me…

“When I was young I beat my chest about “giving back”; today I give anonymously.

I once voiced group opinion as my own; today my own is my own.

As a young man I learned WHAT to think; today I am more concerned with HOW.

As a young man I jogged, I went to the gym and I rode a bike. I still do those things.

As a young man  I lived within my means; I still do that as well.”

I asked him to lend me some grocery money. He offered to plant me a garden.

And he showed me how to tighten the cable on  my bicycle.

ENOUGH

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I commit to myself
And not to others
I say to myself
and not my brothers…
(I’ll do this.)  

 
There is a demand placed on the individual member of any group.

The Group comes first.

(This is not a Chicken or Egg puzzle…)

The first member looks for a person of like mind and The Group evolves.

Subsequent members are sold on ideals such as Unity (Karl Marx) and loyalty (mankind’s oldest lie).

Put yourself first. (No,) I said, (that doesn’t sound right.)

Admit to yourself that you have always put yourself first. And then…

If you see someone who needs your help, try to find a way to do that without the object of your attention (or anyone else for that matter) discovering that you are for that moment in time, their benefactor.

Later, you may look back on that moment and discover that in fact you actually put yourself first when you weighed the pros and cons of helping someone who needed help. (Now don’t go feeling guilty; you must put yourself first; life is dangerous to every living thing. We do what we can.)

My thanks to the stranger who saved my life on November 15, 2014.

(He did what he could.)

It was enough.

Aloft

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Be patient, you said to yourself.

Listen. I’m willing to listen but how do I turn off this stream of yackity yack in my head?

Ask questions, suggests a smaller voice, almost a whisper.

You asked.

And listened for the answer.

You felt the emotion.

And empathized.

These are the skills that really matter.

This is The Way of Service.

This is The Path that gives us our wings.

These are the skills that strengthen our vision.

The skills that take us Aloft.

It looks better from here.

It is better here.