Growing up as the son of a GM mechanical engineer and production specialist, there were 2 things implanted in my earliest memories.
1st - be precise, be sharp, be focused. 2nd - be efficient & productive. Walking through the Chevy Assembly and the Chevrolet Engine plants, the thrill and excitement was such a rush. My beliefs were solidified. I was 7 years old.
Cruising through life on self-reliance, I came to a crossroads at an Ohio State fraternity party in 1968. I was 18; there was a large, rubber tub of Purple Passion for everyone to drink. Uptight, unsure of how to act, feeling afraid in a new crowd, I dipped my cup into the tub. I was not afraid anymore, I felt so cool. I had another & BINGO. Total freedom, illusion of greatness.
It was magical. I could fly! 15 years later, I walked into recovery, lost, frightened and confused. We had lit candles on Friday night; I had a Bar Mitzvah and knew some of the Torah. I knew there was a God, but what did He have to do with me & my life?
Sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll, trying hard to manage and succeed at life was my job. Fueled by that combination, I almost made it!
Thank you for showing me how to really let go and fly, and to not wake up broke and broken.
Today, a connection with God is the most important piece of the puzzle. The literature, a sponsor, and a Fellowship with others has given me that Connection, purpose & a much fuller life. The old thrills and excitement has been replaced by an even greater adventure - learning to let go!