So, here I am, going to my 3rd AA meeting. My first at this location.
The location being Trinity Episcopal Church in Bethlehem where I was turned down for ordination three (count'm) three times and fired as youth group adviser at least twice. Maybe more. :-)
Two and a half years ago I returned as an AARP kitchen worker at Trinity's soup kitchen.
I've long since reconciled my Trinity experience and am still an Episcopalian at heart but, nonetheless, WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN HERE?! :-)
I drive to Trinity after work and park my car in the lot. As I've done since the 1970's. I walked around the side of the building and went up two stairs to the entrance to the AA room, as I've done since the 1970's.
I didn't clear the second step.
Not having the grace to simply trip and fall down, I let out a holler, stagger around trying to right myself, and crash to the pavement - my Alcoholics Anonymous book, my notebook and my pen cast to the wind.
I hit the ground, roll over on my back and - after a quick physical inventory - start laughing like someone in an asylum, to be quite honest. (Apparently, I'm easily amused.)
ANYONE who saw me collapse in a pathetic pile literally at the front door of the AA meeting would have certainly thought I had come to the right place, if a bit too late. :-)
I was laughing, I decided, because I thought - this is SO unfair. I haven't had a drink since March 11th, two weeks ago.
No one saw me, though, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
It's one of those stories that's too good to be true... it might have been nice to have a witness. I mean, besides God.
By the Grace of God I will hopefully suffer no worse tumble than that in AA.
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