Endigar 93

I just woke up from a dream in which I was watching myself promise to steal a restaurant from a local friendly owner and love her and make her beautiful.  Then next to my bed I had a toy confederate soldier that had the traditional uniform except it was all flashy silver and glittery.  His horse was shiny gold.  The images were disturbing.  Flashy and frivolously bold.  Then I began to think about this previous entry, and the program’s principal of anonymity.  Rather than change my previous post to appear more humble, I just decided to put some entries from the “As Bill Sees It” book to emphasize what I am talking about.  I lack a certain element of accountability on this blog, but my sponsor does not what to read it for some reason or another.  It is supposed to be a real account anyway.  I am not dressing me up to show you that “I have arrived.”  I am going to embarrass myself from time to time in an attempt to be real, honest, and hopefully, some of you can relate to me on some level.  Here are the excerpts

From the Grapevine newsletter of June, 1961, Bill Wilson:

“I see ‘humility for today’ as a safe and secure stance midway between violent emotional extremes.  It is a quiet place where I can keep enough perspective and enough balance to take my next small step up the clearly marked road that points toward eternal values.”

12 and 12, page 75

“We saw we needn’t always be bludgeoned and beaten into humility.  It could come quite as much from our voluntary reaching for it as it could from unremitting suffering”

Letter from Bill Wilson, 1966:

“We first reach for a little humility, knowing that we shall perish of alcoholism if we do not.  After a time, though we may still rebel somewhat, we commence to practice humility because this is the right thing to do.  Then comes the day when, finally freed in large degree from rebellion, we practice humility because we deeply want it as a way of life.”

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