AA Thought for Today
I didn't think that I could ever find a way to forgive my father for what he had done to me. Even my sponsor didn't see a solution, except to learn to let it go and, in time, find peace in spite of the memories.
My father died four years before I came to AA. . . The last time I saw him was three months before he died and I remember drinking enough to stay numb just so I could tolerate his presence. I think I was seeing a picture of my own future. . . .
In late summer of 1978, alcohol brought me to my knees and almost cost me my life. I had become the same as the person I hated the most. He was 61 when he died, and I was dying in my late 30s. . . .
While leading a meeting on the Ninth Step, when I suddenly realized what had happened. I had forgiven my father for all the things he had done to me and made amends to him just as I had prayed for. I had done it without thinking.
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