The night I started my 12 step class (which is different from
share groups). I was kind of irritated that the class was so big and that the leaders had never called me after I had registered two weeks prior. I wasn’t sure if I would like anyone. I couldn’t participate my first night because I hadn’t done the workbook assignment that week- because I didn’t have the homework because no one had called me.
But I stayed anyway. I stayed when I wanted to walk out. I stayed and an interesting thing happened. I listened to my story being told by strangers. Different details, same story.
They not only knew, they understood; they could relate. Heads nodded in agreement; knowing smiles were shared. With each person’s share of the day, more bonding was formed. More connections made.
Another “Aha!” moment: It’s funny (funny weird, not funny ha ha) that the one thing we fear the most (being found out) is actually a path to healing.
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