I get to bring a speaker in once a month to my Wednesday night newcomer meeting and last night was awesome. I asked a man that I do a lot of service work with but have never heard his story. He is from Trinidad but was raised in Boston and he, like so many addicts had to take his clothes off when he was high. As he was talking about being naked and high in cheap hotels, I saw two faces light up in the room. We all know that look of "hey-you're telling my story brother!" Sometimes if we can just get a newcomer to "identify" we have a shot at getting through to them.
I was in an awful floopy funk yesterday but that particular meeting always makes me feel that I have a purpose, that all the awful things I did can at times be just what another woman needs to hear to be able to identify, to be able to feel not so alone, to be able to find hope for the first time. My life is fabulous! I have a God who uses me every time I show up. I ask you, when you are face to face with a broken human being and you have a solution that can bring real joy to their life.....is there any better feeling?