Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Today contains the history of yesterday.

All of your holy scriptures--of every religious persuasion and tradition--contain the clear admonition: Fear not.  Do you think
 this is by accident.  Decenber 8  Meditations from "Conversations with God - Book 1" page 54

At 3 AM this morning Joe was admitted to the hospital after being tested, poked, pinched, and x-ray'd.  He had been in the ER since 4 PM yesterday.  Diagnosis - bleeding ulcer.  This is the second time in three years.
I was talking with an old mutual friend of ours today and mentioned that I just wish Joe would take care of himself.  Ed laughingly said you know the two of you have been saying that about each other for over 40 years. HRMPH!  Well, was I put in my place or what.  But it is true, I cannot deny this and Joe and I have really told each other the same thing.  Sometimes it just takes the same from another perspective.  Hence the title of today's post.  I just wonder if Joe's Dr. really knows how much wine Joe drinks on a daily basis.  We have the same PCP and I have wanted to tell Gathe this for some time.  I can't help but think this is part of the source of Joe's problem.  However, I guess I'll just take care of my side of the street but it's hard not to do it in the name of Joe's health.  Oh yess, see how easy it is to justify.  Joe's oldest brother is in the program with 27 years and a couple of nephews with double digit sobriety.  But I want to meddle; I want to take charge; I want to SAVE my best friend; I want him to be free of bondage.  I just needed to put this out there.  I will talke to my sponsor about this.  (Clean your side of the street.  BUT....Clean your side of the street, BUT..........!

I have always been prone to try to SAVE someone.  Within the last two weeks a couple I know has lost their home of 10 years to foreclosure.  The woman has AIDS, thanks to a druggie ex-husband, and they have really had a bad two years.  Joe know them also.  So here I sit in a 3 bedroom two bath home, by myself.  So I decide that I should offer for them to move in with me for about three months to help them out and also they could help me finish getting my place in order. (I've been here 5 years)  So I thought I'd run it past Joe before I made the order.  I decided to do this on the second ring to call the couple.  When I told Joe of my plan.....there was just silence on the other end of the phone and then  HAVE YOU LOST YOUR F'ing MIND!  Don't you know they would drive you nuts.  They are good people but the Mrs. talks non-stop at times and they have a 16 year old daughter.  NEED I SAY MORE!   Ok, Ok, Ok, I see your point thank goodness I talked this over with you first   Then I told this to Rosalie during the TG week, she said I can't believe you sometimes, I with Joe and then we had a big laugh..    HARUMPH!  The day after the conversation with Joe I dropped off a bunch of boxes ( from my  move from LA) over to the couple and they told me about the apartment they have rented and been slowly moving into for the last week.  So even without Joe's imput God was doing for ME what I could not do for myself.  BIG MESSAGE.

Tonight I am grateful for:

  • God my Higher Power


  • My Sobriety


  • Mamie, my schnauzer


  • My Sponsor


  • Movies


  • Joe


  • Realizing Compassion does not mean taking over.


  • Friends


  • All y'all.

Y'all be pretty now, ya heah!



7 comments:

Syd said...

You have such a good heart Zane. God is right there with you.

dAAve said...

I have nothing to say.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Findon said...

Good intention Brother always pays off. You are one kind gentleman.

Findon said...

Wise decision by the way.

dAAve said...

Did I leave a comment yet?

Prayer Girl said...

I agree with Syd. You do have a good heart.

And God is right there with you - guiding you through the words of your friend, Joe and through Rosalie.

PG

Steve E said...

Zane, glad to see you here again!

You did what I should do MORE of--talked to people, get some unbiased outside advice.

Glad I read this, it could save me loads of trouble.

Love you, man!