The Little One has a greenstick fracture of the arm. We spent the day in Bellingen at the Hospital. I was fit to drive and to walk around and help. It is so very good to be of some use. Strangely, we had a good time.
Something has deeply changed in me this week. Long may it remain changed.
As Bill Sees It
Maintenance and Growth, p. 5
It is plain that a life which includes deep resentment leads only to futility
and unhappiness. To the precise extent we permit these, do we squander
the hours that might have been worthwhile. But with the alcoholic,
whose hope is the maintenance and growth of a spiritual experience, this
business of harboring resentment is infinitely grave. For then we shut
ourselves off from the sunlight of the spirit. The insanity of alcohol
returns and we drink again. And with us, to drink is to die.
If we were to live, we had to be free of anger. The grouch and the
sudden rage were not for us. Anger is the dubious luxury of normal
men, but for us alcoholics it is poison.
Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 66