Kevin's Story by Kevin S (librera reader txt) 📕

he wants to believe that, who am I to tell him nay. It doesn't really matter in the long run. I may have been the spark but we both know he did the work.
So he says I was hoping to find you and thank you, I told him he was welcome to any help I gave him, after all the twelfth step to carry the message, "Again I wanted to tell you that because tomorrow will be 18 months sober" I felt like I was ten feet tall. And maybe I really did help some one up on to his feet again.
As you know I took what I thought was my last breath, after the stabbing. And that my life is now gravy.

People have told me that God has a plan for me. I'm an agnostic, and so I'm not sure if that even that could be true. But I feel compelled to try and help. And that is why I want to do this book. If I somehow make a little money it can help me pay off old bills from my drinking days.
I hope you can some how get a readable story out of all this stuff I have been sending you.
It's time for me to call it a night.
Thanks for saying you believe in me. AJ always did And I was so happy I could call her up and not ask for money and tell I'm sorry about all the crap I put you through, and oh by the way I have been sober for a year today. I'm very thankful for that opportunity
Well nite nite Letty
Kevin

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Kevin finally got to the recovery story: Here’ s how he formatted it:


THE STEPS

Step 1 We admitted we were powerless over alcohol- that our lives had become unmanageable.

This step wasn’t really very hard for me at the end. I did take some convincing though. I tried three times to get sober, but I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. I was trying to keep a relationship intact, I tried for my family. The third time I tried to stay sober I made it 18 months. But I was living alone, working to many hours. I worked an odd shift, 11 am till 7-8 pm. I got lonely, I got tired, I stopped going to meetings because I was different from all of those people. I didn’t have a sponsor; I never really connected with anyone. The people I went through treatment with, all fell by the wayside. I really didn’t have any friends.
I made just about every mistake you can make and stay clean, not sober, for any length of time.
When I was finally committed to Detox for three months, I came to believe my drinking and life was out of control. When I came out of high school, my goal in life was not, homeless street drunk. I had given this living stuff my best shot, and ended up here, committed by family and doctors.
I decided that maybe I should take some advice and direction.

Step 2 Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
Now this step gave me a lot of trouble until I straighten some things out in my mind. Like most new people I thought they were talking about GOD. I’m an agnostic, which I define as, The universe runs too smoothly to be a complete accident, But I KNOW I don’t know how it works and I really don’t think you do either. I don’t think any organized religion has THE right answer. In fact I find it very arrogant for anyone to claim they understand the will of God. I know my mind is incapable of that feat.
But I’m a practical type of person. I really like cause and effect. I have trouble with things based on faith.
But being a practical person I could see some cause and effect, especially when it hit me in the face. This time around I kept going to meetings; I started to listen to the similarities instead of the differences. I heard people telling how they had been feeling as bad as I did. And by quitting drinking and doing the steps they now had lives worth living.
Well I wanted some of that; I wanted to feel that life might be worth the effort. These people were smiling and laughing, what did they know that I didn’t. Because, at the time I did not want to live. I was giving this living crap one more try, because my daughter still wanted me to be her daddy. So these people knew something I didn’t, and I believe knowledge is power.
These people had more power than I did, that made them a power greater than me, and for the most part they seemed some what sane. Maybe they could restore me to sanity. You only have to hit me with a brick a few times before I get the message. I should listen and follow their advice; these crazy people seemed to care about each other. They didn’t ask you to earn their love and care. And that was a completely new idea, up until now I felt I had to earn everything, anyone “gave” me.
So I took the second step.

Step 3 Made the decision to turn or will and our lives over to God as we understood him.
Another hard step for me at first. God I didn’t understand at all. Just a couple of months ago I took my last breath. Everyone said I should not be alive, and I agreed. So why was I still alive, I had been stabbed in the chest thirteen times, I shouldn’t be. People kept telling me God had a plan for me, my will to live was stronger than my pain. There must be a reason God kept you alive. I just kept telling them, okay, maybe. I had no idea, and still don’t.
I settled the issue in my mind by giving up, trying to answer the question.
I decided to just go with the flow, and try and not worry if there was a greater plan for me. I decided to just keep trying to do the next right thing. And the next right thing can be all most anything. Early on it was getting up cleaning my self up, and doing what ever I was supposed to do. In treatment it meant going to groups and really trying to participate. To be honest with
the group and especially myself. It meant to go to meetings and really trying to share. It meant gong to my shrink and having the guts to really open up and let another human see who I really was. This was frightening; I had never really trusted anyone for as long as I could remember. But to give sobriety an honest try I had to do it. And in my book an honest try means giving it your best effort. When ever I was unsure as to what the next right thing was, I asked some people I trusted and felt knew what they were talking about.
When there was no one to ask, I would sit as quite as my mind would let me and try to listen to that little voice we all have in our heads. That voice our parents tried to instill in us. We know right from wrong, and if we really listen to that voice and try to do our best by ourselves and others, we don’t go to far wrong.
Now my whole recovery program can be stated in just a few words. I’m just a guy who is trying to do the next right thing. And if that little voice comes from God well fine, I don’t care I going to give this living stuff my best shot. I’m going to do the next right thing what ever that means at the time, especially when it come to others.

STEP 4 Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
This step is the hardest one of all. To really look at ourselves, to see honestly just who we are, and what we have done. To look in the mirror and drop your pretensions, to drop self-denial.
This was, and is, one of the most difficult things I have ever done. We all hold a self image that we will protect to the end. We see ourselves as good and kind people, who care about others. Sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps us going. Some of us also hold a self image that we are the worse people out there. That we are not good or kind, that we don’t deserve to be in the company of normal people. That we deserve all the bad stuff that happens to everyone. That we don’t deserve to be loved, our families pretend to love us because we’re family and they sort of have to. Otherwise they would just ignore us. And others love us because of the stuff we can do for them, we see people who are just out for number one. They will use anyone who comes near, and why should we be any different. We have to earn our keep, like everyone else, there are people who seem to be loved by everyone. People who seem to just cruse through life on a pink cloud, and oh how we wish to be one of them, but we know it’s just dream, that it could never happen to us.
We see people who profess love for someone, but when their backs are turned they jump on them with both feet. We see a lot of people like that; we know we aren’t worth love. So anyone who tells us,” I love you”, we know what they are saying that behind our backs.
But to make a true inventory, we have to look at everything, both good and the bad.
When I’m trying to explain it to someone, who’s about to start doing their fourth step. I liken it to cleaning out a garage. When you clean out a full garage, you don’t start in the corners, you start with the big crap in the middle of the floor. You drag all the stuff out into the light of day. And spread it out all over the driveway.
And then start to look at what you have, both good and bad. And you have to rank things by how important they really are, some of the bad stuff we have done seems huge, until you look at it in the light. And when you look at the good things about you, it’s not hard to find exceptions. “I never stole a thing in my life” well what about stealing your time and affection from others in your life, so you could indulge in your addiction? What about that candy bar when you were ten. What about your time from your employer, and those office supplies you needed at home?
When you look at the horrible things you have done. Really how bad were they. I know we have all done things we’re ashamed of, the way we treated others are among the worse. And some people have done some very nasty things, esp. in relation to their addiction. But why did we treat others so shabby? Was it fear, we do a lot of things out of fear. Fear that people won’t like us, so hurt them first, and make them keep