Came To Believe

A phrase I like: "Came.  Came to.  Came to believe."  Nice and steady, nice and slow.

And another: "We get better physically, then mentally, then emotionally, then spiritually."

One of the guys I've enjoyed watching progress in his recovery from Day One spoke at the meeting this morning.  He took his girlfriend and her three little girls out trick or treating last night.  He was driving down a residential street with the four of them when someone on the sidewalk yelled at him to slow down.  He didn't think he was speeding, of course.  We're NEVER speeding.  We're the best fucking drivers in the world.

He stopped his car, opened the window, and said: "You're right.  I'm sorry about that" and then drove off.  Twenty five yards down the road he called her a bad name, a very bad name.  A couple of years ago he regaled me with a story about taking such offense at someone who honked at him that he followed the driver for a while, making himself late for the meeting in the process.  I have teased him unmercifully about driving ever since so today I made sure I told him that his behavior showed a lot of growth.

"I swore at this woman," he protested.

"I don't care," I said.  "Maybe later, maybe not so long, you won't do that, either.  You'll just think venomous thoughts while keeping your mouth shut.  One step at a time."

I really learned a lot this morning.