I have asked myself this same question many times in my life. When will I see the light? This question was begging for an answer. I really didn’t expect an immediate answer, something that was miraculously to pop out of the blue. No, I knew that what seemed impossible for me at the time, there must be an answer, somewhere. This was my hope.

I did know of a possible solution. If I was having a bad day, or my life was being lived without a purpose of just plain empty of hope, I’d try and leave the problem behind, by taking a walk, going to a movie, do anything, to keep me from sinking deeper into the quicksand of despair.

I did what I didn’t want to do. I forced myself to go to a 12 Step meeting. I went anyway. It wasn’t all joy and rainbows. I knew in my gut that a “quick fix” wasn’t going to be the answer. I knew that a Higher Power that they talked about wasn’t going to change some furniture around (figuratively speaking) in my mind–the HP was going to knock down my walls of resistance. My mind was in an “under construction” mode. God was doing for me what I could not do for myself. My Higher Power continues tp restore my insane thinking with hope, sanity, and plus a plan for daily living.

At the meeting, I listened to another guy’s story.It sounded like my own. Then, after the meeting, a leader of the group gave me a coin-like token. It was supposed to remind me to live one day at a time. They also gave me a book to read. I still read this book forty years later.

This story is not over. Like today, I want to share how it is now that I have admitted my need for help. I already shared how it was. Now I want to tell you and others, how I have seen hope shine, and how I continue to live in the peace that the God of my understanding has provide for today. And it will happen for you too. That is a promise.

Hugh S.

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