Friends of Bill W.

[Tommi]

I think it's time to get a whale of a goldfish Lighthouse Keeper! Rereading your Jan 7th post, I have decided I need an aquarium. Maybe you do too!
Or, one of those little battery operated with fake fish will do, as long as we keep them healthy, as we must for ourselves,

Jan 7, 1977 was my last drink, drug, elective toxic substance, inhaling gasoline fumes and well, those other intoxicating dangerous, exciting things of the addictive mind.

The Lighthouse Keeper (LeftWriteFemmes) post on my AA Anniversary , quoted below, seems somehow prophetic. We have talked about our chaotic pasts, and our two long lived goldfish, Whale and Ick. Where we came from in the darkness , into the light , and how reaching out had been hard, but lifesaving.

As I celebrate this year, I remember those along the way, the smiles, the tears, the life and the deaths of those we know. Taking care of business, reach out when you need to, because we need to keep the light on.

If you have followed this thread, and those of another time and .com
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane, and More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

From LeftWriteFemmes Book and daily posts for her service of so many

LeftWriteFemme
OLD GOLDFISH

I got them when my sobriety was new.
They were tiny little guys, ten cent feeders.
I wanted my stepson to sleep soundly
In our strange jumble of a home, fresh from purchase.

The tank sat on a dresser under his elevated bed
Space to fit my hand to feed them
No space for baby boy to climb in
I loved my goldfish.

There is never a NO with goldfish
Feed them as often as you want
Let the water get cold
Put them in a big space, small place, plants, no plants.

NO was so hard, I hate and fear No.
I am hard, fish are easy.
Tears and mesmerizing aquarium
Meetings and steps.

I could not keep myself alive
I don't know how I kept the fish fed.
The program kept me going,
Kept hope flowing and the fish swam.

In this century when we are finally outliving wild goldfish
We are sober together,
By the grace of a Higher Power, in this century.
It's been a wonderful time.

I am grateful to be here with the goldfish.
I am grateful the goldfish are here for me.
Expecting so little
Maybe I could return the favor.


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If you have followed this thread, and those of another time and .com
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane, and More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Thank you Sherrie T. , wishing you well, and Please keep the light on, we need it , ad the storms may come and go, but the sober light will always guide you home.