It is good to be back!

I’ve spent most of the last 10 days away from my computer, on vacation, recharging myself.

Over the next few days I will be posting letters from the in-box and then will resume with regular post later on next week. The first letter I found,while working through e-mails,is from our regular guest writer - Steve C.

Through reading Steve’s posts - you can see how gaining a little perspective, looking at the world a little different and having the support of recovery literature and the recovery community can turn a life around.

Half  Measures Feels like Failure to an Alcoholic

Hello there, My name is Steve C., a grateful alcoholic who happens to be blind as well. I went blind from a surgery that went bad in prison back in 1997. I’ve Been sober since November of 1996. So only had a few months of sobriety before the surgery.

Talk about a wrong time to stop drinking.

Believe it or not, being in prison was a blessing for me. There was no liquor store on the corner to drown my feelings with as situations were effecting me - so I had a good start at being sober while inside I was freaking out bad!

My story is like a lot of us who didn’t grow up with any knowledge of dealing with life on life’s terms.

My drunken feelings would run a muck. I felt I had to always run the show - do everything and feel everything. I never actually finished anything I started and did a lot of nothing in the process. Jack of all trades, master of none.

I never completed anything constructive, or helpful for anyone. I was so into myself- into denial of my sickness.

I thought I was doing a great thing for my fellow Americans selling dope. Looking at all of the alcohol adds everywhere, heck, I figured everyone else did it so I didn’t see the harm.

Even bringing dope across the border I thought; “This is good for my finances and my friends will really love me.” Well, the finances got better, but the friendship was only there when I had the dope sack and paid the bar tabs - only then it seemed I had friends.

So you sort of see, I always go the extra mile in over doing everything that was not constructive. I didn’t know how to do the right thing because nobody taught me what the true right thing was.

I had to learn a new way of thinking. To act like everything I do in Life makes a difference - it does!

Being blind, in prison and sober I suffered a lot from depression. One thing though that made me feel better was a feeling that came after a victory, completion accomplishment, a satisfaction in finishing something good.

Here is a story of over doing a thing the wrong way; I was arrested for possession, and distributing…Pot. So I go to prison of course. I go into the prison and the vocational director gives me a vocation - green house management skills! How to grow stuff! So get this - they put me in hydroponics so I can grow it faster! Now that tells me either you don’t have to be too bright to be in the Department of Corrections or they were teaching me how to grow dope faster to catch me faster.

After the Oklahoma City bombing happened, the Director of Parks from OKC requested inmates to come to the Oklahoma Capital to set up a major display of landscapes. I went to OKC and participated in a work release program where I lived for 6 months while I worked on the landscaping. I was paid seven dollars a month - that’s right, seven dollars a month for the huge job we were doing. My friend and I went out back to the woods on D.O.C. grounds and planted our first Marijuana plant, with the Skills they taught me in green house management.

Now Kids, don’t try to do this at home or on D.O.C. grounds with out parents permission. Smile.

Four months later we came back to the woods to see how my growing skills took and was greeted by and 7 foot marijuana plant. Needless to say, we became the most popular guys in the facility.

Talk about over doing it in a bad way.

So you see, I had the want to do - but No direction to do awesome things. I wanted the attention - but the wrong attention.

That was in summer of 1996. I was never caught. Never the less I was sent back up the ladder to minimum security facility - I was actually grateful. This was November 6, 1996 - the date I started my recovery.

I was at that point getting sick of tired of being always sick and tired.

I started reading the Big Book and the Bible together while I was locked up trying to learn how to be an asset to God and others.

I learned something I never wanted to learn - patience.

Patience has nothing to doing with waiting - I thought it did. Patience is the behavior I practice while I’m waiting. Hmm….for instance, while I am waiting I practice patience which is; staying-power, diligence, serenity, lacking complaint, persistence, trusting and acceptance. Wow, never heard that one! As I started this practice - things started to slow down in my head. I was able to think better thoughts. I learned to wait well, instead of wait bad.

Get it?

My life got easier even though life still had the same situations being thrown at me.

The first thing I needed to learn was how to get out of my cell without help from another person. I wanted to be able to use the bathroom when I wanted to - so the institution gave me an walking cane.

Not a mobility cane which is almost 2 feet longer. I told them I do not have an hip problem but a sight problem - they didn’t care. I must have looked like a goof bending over and poking at the ground to touch the grass and the side walk to find my way to the church, gym, school house, canteen, medical and more. But dog gone it I did it and who cared how I looked! I felt awesome doing it without help - inmates started looking at me with a little respect.

I wasn’t playing the pity poor me’s. Great feeling it was.

When I was let out of prison, (my dad was alive at that time) I noticed his door was in bad shape and needed to be replaced. So I sat back for a day to ponder this. Hmm, I’m blind yet I have the desire to do this. Can I do this? How would I do this? What would I need to do this job? So I started on another adventure of stepping out of my comfort zone and into doing the right thing first - b simply thinking first. I put up a brand new door, drilled both of the holes for the new door knob and dead bolt locks, aligned it and chiseled out the areas for the new hinges. Now it took me four hours instead of one like most people - but I did it and it is perfect. I sat back and pondered a long while about my little victory while being blind. Heck, I can do most anything if I first put my mind to it - plan, prepare then execute with patience in tow. Hmmm What A concept!

Another example of planning, preparing then executing…

I have this huge garage and needed a long sturdy table but I didn’t want to buy one or pay someone to build it. So I thought long and hard about this - instead of rushing into it. I used a braille ruler, notched grooves into the wood I wanted to cut, lined the circular saw to the groove then turned on the saw and cut it. It took me about five hours but I built a 9 foot long, 4 foot high and 2 foot wide table. Sturdy enough that it can hold me and my wife on it.

My father in-law, who loves construction, was so amazed he bought me a huge table saw. I do build a lot of stuff with that table saw.

I know what you are thinking - yes, I still have all my fingers! This is because I first plan, prepare then execute my plan - and I treat that saw with respect. I think every time I turn the saw on - my neighbors take odds on whether or not this will be the day I cut something more than wood. Smile.

I built an 7 foot lattice wall that goes around my hot tub and decking which turned out perfect. You see, when I first start to learn something, practice patience with perseverance and think on it- I can do most anything even being blind. If you get a chance, you can look at my pictures on previous guest post posted on Loving An Alcoholic.

To me, completion, victory, accomplishments, achievements, goal setting and finishing is like the feeling alcohol gave me back in the day. I feel I can conquer most anything and that I’m ten feet tall. There are unlimited things a person can do to feel this - Just Think on it!

Right makes might!

The most authentic thing about humans are our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.

We can learn a new Language, learn a new musical instrument, clean the house better than you have before, start a new flower bed, start an exercise program, learn a new skill, start a new hobby or collection. read a new book, listen to different types of music you may not use to.

You can read AA literature or Bible and finish it from cover to cover. Start a new trade, go back to school even if it is just for a new a vocation, like learning computer skills. You be the creative one - take charge of your new life!

A final short story;

I used to get bags of free donuts from Starbucks when I was working in a drug center. I searched for a way to get out of my comfort zone - do some good. At night I would go across the street to my neighbors,or next door or around the corner. I would figure out how to find their door so I could hang the bag of donuts on the door knob - I would then leave.

Bet they never thought a blind guy would do that! The attention I was looking for was my God’s approving. I never told them it was me. I never let the left hand know what the right hand is doing.

Brother James once told me that what I do in secret God will exalt me openly. How I mentally handle the situation, stress free, worry free, care free, anxious free with trust that this is what God wants me to do so He will help me do it.

Good Stuff???

Enjoy Life!

Thanks.

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This week’s post is from Loving An Alcoholic’s guest writer, Steve C.

For those not familiar with the story of The Blind Hope, Steve C is a recovering alcoholic and drug addict who found sobriety while facing blindness in an Oklahoma prison.

Steve’s story reminds us that no matter how far gone we think our loved ones are - there is always the chance for redemption.

In today’s post, Steve talks about the lesson he has learned and put into practice - the power of positive thinking - a tool that can help guide the alcoholic, addict or loved one to a healthier way of being.

The Blind Hope, Thinking doesn’t have to Stink!

My name is Steve C.- I’m an alcoholic who also happens to be blind.

I’ve been blessed to be sober since November 6, 1996. I found sobriety while in an Oklahoma prison.

I became blind September of 1997 from a brain surgery that went bad with two years left before my release.

Sad state of affairs? Yes!

I was able to make it though, by changing myself on the inside.

My story is about a guy with a bad and negative attitude. The main reason I drank and drugged over the past many years was this; Reality and sobriety sucked! Straight up!

I was not raised with wisdom or common sense nor was I taught to use it. Like a lot of us, I grew up in an alcoholic home with a lot of craziness going on.

I went to church when I was about 8 but only with my older brother hand in hand across the big Dallas field -leaving mom behind at home to nurse her hangovers.

No role model to watch this whole god thing in the process.

What I saw was a drunk behaving irrational, neurotic - she was a real drama queen. I was programmed by what I witnessed growing up….and then followed suit.

I reacted to the situations and circumstances that came my way instead of acting properly with wisdom or common sense - I over reacted like mom would do.

Man! The times I heard my teachers tell me; “Steve, can’t you think before you speak or do anything?” Nope! That wasn’t in my make up!!

When I became sober, in the Halls of A.A., man did I get a brain tilt! Heck, I did something I never felt was a big deal- I started to think more than ever.

I can’t say that I thought more than felt - but I started to think more before I reacted.

For awhile, this new way of being could cause me pain - I just wanted to turn the darn thing off. Know what I mean?

Here I was, blind and sober. All I ever thought about was the poor me’s, life sucks, people suck, nobody understands me, nothing good could ever happen to me.

I can’t do anything at all right?

Talk about a negative mind set I had in front of me to deal with. It would take God to change my way of thinking - and it did!

It took much prayer, fellowship with positive minded people and reading the right literature to allow me to get on the right tract so I could deal with life on life’s terms.

Alcoholics Anonymous. was the first book that allowed me to start changing my mind set. I then grew to love listening to positive speakers that have been through the madness, like me, so I could understand their journey and what they are doing now.

I learned so much being blind that I know I would have missed if I were sighted.

Why? When you are blind you aren’t sitting at the table of A.A. or church looking at Ms. Cleavage across the room, while missing what is being said.

OK guys, don’t cry for me! Smile.

I can’t tune anyone out! Ain’t possible - Preachers, T.V., radio, others around me. What ever I allow to come into my ear’s gate allows me a choice - to learn or not. I choose to learn.

I listen to others which allows me to grow up and be an asset to God, people and myself - rather than being an Ass!

Thinking about the good stuff each day keeps my mind in the right course of feelings and actions.

I have learned trial and error.

I can now think myself into right actions. Wow! I am no longer bound to a negative mind.

Like it is said, “Where the mind goes the body will surely follow”. I’d rather follow after the mind that thinks about growth, change, positive inputs, actions and love.

Did you know that a man can learn how to be romantic still?

I was so into the action movies when I could see. They aren’t quite as fun being blind - It’s hard to get into when you don’t understand the sounds. So I started listening to drama’s and romantic movies - more talking than boom boom bang bang.

I started to listen and the spiritual growth came. This became a tool to allow me to grow up. I simply listened, whether it was to a person or program. Anybody can grow old, hardly anyone wants to grow up! Smile.

Instead of letting negative thoughts control my actions, (why should I do this or that, I won’t enjoy it, no fun for a blind guy, poor me,ect.) I’ve taken a different path.

I was blessed to receive 2 tickets to attend the Presidential inauguration for January 20 of this year - to be a part of history witnessing the first black man sworn in as President of the United States.

Oh, I could of said to myself; I can’t see it so why should I go!? Poor me.

But I did go and the sounds of millions cheering for the new President, praying the Lord’s prayer, all at once by Millions. Wow!

Hearing his and other’s voices over the loud speakers - the awesomeness of it!

This experience has touched me in many ways. It has made me even more grateful - grateful for getting past the pitiful me’s, allowing me to keep on keeping on. Confirming that I don’t have to take dictations from my feelings anymore.

I was asked by my wonderful wife, Selena to meet her in California while she is in training. The old funky fears came up. How do I get from Tulsa to California by myself? I can’t do this! What if I end up in China?

I prayed past the feelings. God gave me the confidence right then and there - he just said, “We can do this!”

Sounds quirky but this feeling made me move that fear Mountain over and go forward.

It was so fun going on my first flight with American Airlines - I was wearing my A.A. ball cap.

As I trailed with my cane to the plane, I purposely turned left - like a blind dummy. The pilot spoke out and asked if he could help me. I said; “I’m your relief Navigator, show me to the seat and I will get you some where - not sure where, but we will get some where.”

One of the co-pilots said out loud, “Sweet, this ought to be fun!”

When we touched down in Dallas for my connection, 2 flight attendants asked if they could help. “Heck yes!” I said to the nice young ladies. They were going to another plane anyways, so here I was - one on one arm and one on the other, walking down the Dallas Love Field airport wearing my A.A. hat. Blind guy got it going on!!

I think I heard some people murmuring and running to their airlines counter to change their flights after seeing us walk into their Gate. “I’m not flying with a blind pilot! Some people just have such little faith. Smile.

So, like a lot of us I start out in the morning, lifting my arms to God, praising him for another great day before I even find out if it is or not. Faith.

I make my coffee then.

I then get on my knees to pray for others - turn on a few of my positive preachers or speaker.

Joyce Meyer I love.

Then I call a few A.A. or Christian friends - by then I am ready to start my day off, feeling good with out a drug or drink.

Wow, feelings that follow after listening, thinking, doing the right thing? Yepper. Reacting for my feelings first? Nope.

You may recall brother James from my last guest post. In prison, brother James told me something to help understand this concept - right thinking causes right thinking, which causes right actions that causes a right habit - thus producing a right Lifestyle.

To keep it simple - I don’t have to tell you to brush your teeth right? Hope not. Smile.

Your mom taught you by telling you to do it, rather than thinking about it, usually by an rod of discipline. Smile.

After a while, you didn’t have to be told to do it. Right? Of course not - it is a lifestyle you learned by a long process of repetitions.

Same way for getting in the habit of thinking right in our ways and motives. For an alcoholic/drug addict, we get a Sponsor to guide our thinking through the steps and through life’s problems and issues -to get our mind on the right tract.

After much repetitions and habit forming we have learned to use our own mind to deal with life’s struggles, mishaps, disappointments - which use to baffle the crap out of us. Get it? I did!

Have a great Life and stay sober and serene.

PS. Write me if you need any encouragements.

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Steve C.

The Blind Hope

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As I will leave each post; If you, or someone you know, loves an alcoholic or addict, I would encourage you to find a local Al-Anon 12 step meeting to attend. This is your first step towards healing.

Last night I attended my Friday night Al-Anon meeting.

We typically pick a random topic from Courage to Change, One Day at a Time in Al-Anon II. At the first meeting of the month, we read passages from the step that corresponds to the month we’ve just entered.

For May, that would be Step 5.

Step 5. Admitted to God, to ourselves and to another human being, the exact natures of our wrongs.

Prior to my turn at reading (I read page page 159), I really didn’t have any pressing issues I felt needed to be discussed.

I’d had a pretty good week - I was able to keep life’s stresses at bay and was generally pleased with the way I’d carried myself since my last meeting.

What I love about attending Al-Anon is reading a passage to the group, having no idea what emotions will be exposed and learning something new about myself. To me, the purpose of Step 5 is to be honest with myself about who I am - to look inside and share what I find with another person.

The sharing is what allows me to move on - to put my issues into perspective. Once I’m able to articulate the thoughts swirling around in my head - they don’t seem nearly as bad.

The paragraph that struck me from page 159 is as follows:

“The order of these words, placing God first, then myself, and then someone else struck, me. So often I have been vaguely aware of some truth in my life that I was unwilling to admit to myself. Yet my Higher Power had already place that thought in my mind. He must have - if I’m trying to ignore it, I surely didn’t put it there.”

I started thinking about that vague nagging thought that enters my head from time to time - the one that makes me go into “fix-it” mode before there is anything to fix.

This thought has to do with my son.

I find myself to be a very hands on dad (confession from a recovering co-dependent). There is obviously nothing wrong with being hands on as long as it is coming from the right place.

Where I find myself going into overdrive is when this vague thought creeps in - the one my Higher Power has given me to interpret.

The thought is when I look at my son in certain situations, although he has never had a drink or tried drugs, I see an alcoholic or addict.

I see the characteristics and behaviors in my teen that I saw in my wife when she was active. To a muted extent - I see the same reactions in myself - the enabling, negotiating, justifying, avoiding.

Why would my Higher Power put this thought into my mind? Why would page 159 be my reading?

Although I had no pressing issues when I entered my Friday Al-Anon meeting - I was happy to have the opportunity to share this thought with the group and work through how I handle this going forward.

What I found, when I looked inside, was that I was trying to place controls to fix a problem that had not occurred and may never occur - all the time creating friction where there was no need to do so.

Will my son, or daughter for that matter, struggle with alcoholism or addiction? I pray they don’t.

However, through Al-Anon I know this is out of my control - I can only control myself and my reactions.

I can keep healthy through attending meetings, looking closer at myself and leveraging the experience within the walls of Al-Anon.

I can show my children the right path through my example - however, I can’t force them to take my lead.

Through living a recovery lifestyle with my wife - I can remind them of the path if they fall. They have grown up in this community and it will be there if they ever need it.

What I can’t do is control the decisions my children will make throughout their lives.

By understanding what is driving my reactions to my son’s behaviors - I can put my feelings in perspective and remind myself that for today, everything is alright.

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As I will leave each post; If you, or someone you know, loves an alcoholic or addict, I would encourage you to find a local Al-Anon 12 step meeting to attend. This is your first step towards healing.