PO Box 1980

I recently went to my home group meeting and found everyone locked out. No one in attendance had a key. I suggested meeting outside because there was a beautiful area with benches and trees, but the general consensus was to go for breakfast. I really needed, and wanted, a meeting, and as everyone drove off, I was working on a resentment. My first reaction was to leave. I had my car in reverse when I remembered what my sponsor told me earlier that week: be of service. This particular meeting was notorious for having members show up late, knowing that it was a safe place to come, no matter how late. So I put my vehicle in park and sat on the rocks out front, saying, with tears, "Okay, God. This is your day." Finally, however, someone showed up needing a meeting and the two of us sat outside and had an awesome meeting--one that I would have missed had I stayed self-centered that day.