Divine Interventions

A couple that had a three-year boy, brought home a new baby. A few days later the little boy asked his parents if he could talk to his new sister by himself. The parents were surprised at this strange request but they told him he could go into the nursery alone. The parents overcome with curiosity, listened on the baby monitor. They heard him say, "Tell me about God, I keep forgetting."
When I go to meetings, without always realizing it, I’m really listening to you telling me about God. I have a built-in-forgetter and my faith gets weak. I completely forget as a friend says, “to consider the possibility of a Higher Power.” Our twelve-step programs are the greatest recycling plan on the face of the Earth. We come here broken, hopeless people who have been put on the scrap heap of life and we get put back together, restored to the main stream of life.
Since I was a newcomer I have been told, "Don't quit before the miracle." People said, "Don’t drink if your butt falls off", which makes it graphically clear that I was to hang in there no matter how rough it got. Countless things have ‘kept me coming back’, the kindness, lack of judgment, the laugher, and the pats on the back.
And what kept me going many times was hearing someone share a seemingly impossible occurrence where the Higher Power was not very anonymous, in fact the only thing that could explain the divine intervention was that it was just that Divine!
At several months of sobriety, I was hanging on my by fingernails, I’d gotten fired from my waitress job because they said I was weirder sober than I had been drinking. My employer said, "Get off the wagon, and be your old self." People at my meetings found it very humorous that I lost a job after getting sober; I did not see the humor and was sure all was lost. My fellow sisters and brothers in the meetings told me, trust it will be all right, God has a plan for you.
That night, in my meeting, a fellow who had a couple of months also, told us that the night before he was determined to drink and went into his old watering hole. He’d just gotten in the door and was getting ready to order his ‘usual’ when the whole place went pitch black dark. That spooked him and he high-tailed it to the door, got in his car and drove off. The let there be dark shock gave him just enough time to realize that a drink won’t make it better. Hearing this story was so important for me that almost 35 years later I have not forgotten it. I knew then and there that something was watching out for us alkies and that God can do for us what we can’t do for ourselves.
I thank the people who have shared their stories with me and gave me permission to share them with you. In the spirit of anonymity, I have changed the names; our wonderful tradition of anonymity shows us that we are really all one family, when a miracle happens to one of us it happens for all.
I will be posting wonderful Odd or God stories.