GRATITUDE MONTH: DAY 11: “Always remember people who have helped you along the way, and don’t forget to lift someone up.” ― Roy T. Bennett
My life is FILLED with people who have given me great lessons, great inspiration, great help, and great reasons to love them. I have not always appreciated their presence in my life.
I never thanked the nuns who were less than inspirational in their approach. They did, however, grace me with a great ethic for homework and beautiful handwriting. I learned to practice and practice and practice from their teachings. The rest was scary.
I never thanked my father for his work ethic. It was powerful. He gave me many gifts. Among the most precious is the concept of what happens when we TRY to kill ourselves with drugs and alcohol. We cannot do it on our time schedule. It is horrible to watch! And heartbreaking. He gave me so many lovely and some not-so-lovely gifts. I wish to thank him every day.
I never thanked my mother for the strength she instilled in me through her addiction and her abuse. I know of her abuse today, and while that is not the excuse it may sound like; I am grateful to have found the recovery she has never known she needed.
I never thanked the people who worked so hard to overcome the things they knew were happening to me in my home; their love and patience with me in the early years when I was so lost. As I became more and more determined to use and drink, they were the bright spots in my days. Some were friends at school, some were neighbors, some were teachers and counselors. They were generous and kind.
It was not so easy in those times to intervene on someone’s home life. Thank goodness for some change in that area.
I never thanked others who were part of building my strength and determination over the years. There were folks who treated me (as I saw it for so long) horribly. Today, I understand their broken-ness and see the benefit that I received from their treatment.
I never thanked the men, the many men, with whom I tried to partner. What a crazy lot they have been!
I owe them a deep and sincere prayer of gratitude, because I taught some of them how to be violent when that was not their initial setting. Others were, and that is what I sought for so long, I thought it was them that was broken.
Thank you to all of them for teaching me every single moment of what I needed to learn. It has been so valuable in this life to know you all.
Thank you to all the recovery mentors, some quite crazy and some quite abusive and controlling. I have loved every moment of each of you and your input into my journey here. We are all EXACTLY where the Universal Power wants us to be. Not one single moment of my time with you has been wasted or thrown in the trash. All valuable and precious.
May I always bear the love of these and all the great people, places, and things that have occurred as I go out to do what I am called to do to lift another life up as much as I can. Peace!