Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Service

Service: Work done or duty performed for another or others.

I want anything nice that I do in my recovery to receive world wide notoriety. I don't want to make coffee for my home group -- for any group. I don't want to make coffee for anybody. I want someone to make coffee for me. And if the coffee isn't really, really good, then my annoyance is perfectly justified and I owe it to the slacker coffee maker to point out his defects of character, even if they don't have anything to do with coffee making. If I am going to engage in any service work I want it to be important and profound. I want to be famous and loved.

So it follows that if I don't want to do anything nice for an organization that has quite literally saved my life, I am going to struggle to be of service to the world at large. I don't see how being nice to the lady making my sandwich at the local deli is going to bring me fame and fortune. I don't want to listen to a sponsee if I don't find what he is saying interesting, which is most of the time, unless he is talking about me, at which point I find the dialogue fascinating. I want to talk to the cool people after the meeting, not the new guy with bugs crawling all over his skin.

Just do the little things today. A lot of little things add up in a hurry.

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