One encounters many types of people at meetings. Alcoholics and addicts are a varied lot. Recently, a women at a meeting expressed her love of poetry. She quoted the 13th. Century poet Rumi. His words from almost a 1000 years ago could have been found in the Big Book. He said, “Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come”.
As addicts we can totally identify with the writings of Rumi. So many of us had tried countless times to stop using our drug of choice. We would go to sleep or get up in the morning vowing that our day would be different. Somewhere during the day we ended up giving in to our addiction. After berating ourselves, we would once again make that vow to stop using drugs or alcohol or food. The cycle of resolve, addictive behavior and remorse was an endless treadmill that we found ourselves on.
Then one day, we encountered the possibility of getting off that treadmill.. We walked into a 12 step room and saw the possibility of a new way of living. For years we had felt little but despair. As we immersed ourselves in the program we uncovered a feeling that we had not experienced for a very long time. That was the feeling of hope.
Personal Reflection: Is there something in my life which is still a caravan of despair?