George is Sick…
“I’ve gone three days without drinking,” George told me last night on his way to work. He had called me on his cellphone on the drive to Lagrange. “I am so sick, though. I almost called into work.”
George had a coughing fit on the other end. I cringed. He sounded terrible.
“Call in sick and go to bed,” I told him, worried.
“Did you go to a meeting tonight?” George asked ignoring my last statement.
“I went to the afternoon meeting in Lagrange,” I told him.
“I just can’t go to those meetings,” George told me much to my dismay. “I just don’t believe in all that Godspeak.”
I could only just hope and pray. The rest is up to George. I can only lead by example.
George coughed again and sniffled. “I’ll see you in the morning.” I cringed at the thought of George coming by here sick. If I got sick then it would work wonders on my mental illness. I have to be so careful. George finally got off the phone and I was so worried about my friend. He needs bed rest and some of Mrs. Florene’s tender loving care.
Dad was very interested in what went on in AA yesterday. He asked me all kinds of questions. He wanted to know all about the dynamics of the program.
“And this is free?” dad asked.
“Well, you are supposed to leave a dollar donation at the end of the meeting,” I replied. “It embarrasses me greatly that I can’t give. It is a roadblock to me going.”
“People pay lots of money to a therapist for stuff like that,” dad said after I discussed what we talked about yesterday.
“I know,” I said proudly. “That’s the magic of the program.”
“Well, I think it is a good thing that you are going. I support it. I just hope you can keep it up. You will start out strong and then your interest will wane.”
Dad was right. It is going to be interesting to see how long I go. I will quickly grow tired of those long drives to Lagrange. I need all your prayers to help me keep going. Gasoline is going to be another issue in a few days. I have a half a tank. Dad only buys me a tank every three weeks. I am going to have to ask for more and it will be a source of contention. I only pray that dad will understand my need to go and that God will provide.