Tonight I'm sharing at a meeting. I'm excited to talk to the secretary again now that I realize I know him from my old hometown in AA. I didn't really go to the big club house in the city all that often, but this gentleman was always there. I was telling this story of coincidence to my sponsor and it turns out she and her husband know him so I also get to pass along a hello.
Yesterday, there was something of an altercation with this gal who showed up last to class and caused all this commotion trying to wedge into the front row. I was seething (I mean, red hot hatred seething) for most of the class, but also praying for my resentment to be removed, praying for her, praying for patience.
I had all sorts of ideas about what I was going to say to her next class, which is tomorrow, but instead I may not say anything. A friend termed this character defect of mine "keeper of the justice." I may not be ready to donate that cloak just yet, but I think I'll leave it in the closest at least for tomorrow. Mostly, I started to feel sorry for this gal when some other people said that she does this almost everyday. I can totally relate to that sort of unmanageability, but I don't have to live that way today unless I choose to do so.