Once a month I help bring a meeting into a treatment center to reach out to the still suffering addict. Being in recovery means helping others and being of service. It is how I stay clean. I hold service positions at meetings 4 days a week because I owe my life to the people that reached out to help me. “One addict helping another is without parallel”
Comforting teacher through a rough time.hug
I noticed the coffeepot was empty in the work breakroom during the morning hours. I wasn’t going to drink any, but I got a new pot brewing for the next thirsty person!
I knew an old student of mine had been deployed to Kawait. I reaches out to my school for letters, games and treats for her to share with her unit. I sent a Christmas box and a valentine box. The local Girl Scout troops gave me cookies to ship to them.
I heard a woman struggling to breathe in the restroom yesterday and I asked her if she was OK. When she opened the cubicle door she looked as white as a ghost and looked like she was going to collapse. She told me her blood sugars had dropped too low and she struggled to stand. Being a diabetic myself, I supported her while we walked slowly to customer service and I asked them to find her a chair to sit on and to keep an eye on her while I got her something sweet to bring her sugars back up. I asked her what she usually ate when that happened and then went and got her a muffin from Starbucks in the store, which they kindly gave to me for free, and the folks in line were so kind to let me jump the line. Then I did the same with a soda from the concession next door, which they also generously gave me for free. Then I stayed with her while she ate and her sugars came back up, and as she did, the color came back to her face which was so good to see. I then called her friend and asked him to come and pick her up and waited til he arrived. And in talking to her she told me how she had been badly affected by the hurricane and had lost all of her clothes and medical equipment. So I bought her a visa gift card and slipped it in her hand as I say my goodbyes. I also gave her as many healing hugs as I could. I can’t tell you how good it felt to help someone, even if it’s just a small thing. You never know what someone is going through.
Once a month I help bring a meeting into a treatment center to reach out to the still suffering addict. Being in recovery means helping others and being of service. It is how I stay clean. I hold service positions at meetings 4 days a week because I owe my life to the people that reached out to help me. “One addict helping another is without parallel”
Comforting teacher through a rough time.hug
I noticed the coffeepot was empty in the work breakroom during the morning hours. I wasn’t going to drink any, but I got a new pot brewing for the next thirsty person!
I knew an old student of mine had been deployed to Kawait. I reaches out to my school for letters, games and treats for her to share with her unit. I sent a Christmas box and a valentine box. The local Girl Scout troops gave me cookies to ship to them.
I heard a woman struggling to breathe in the restroom yesterday and I asked her if she was OK. When she opened the cubicle door she looked as white as a ghost and looked like she was going to collapse. She told me her blood sugars had dropped too low and she struggled to stand. Being a diabetic myself, I supported her while we walked slowly to customer service and I asked them to find her a chair to sit on and to keep an eye on her while I got her something sweet to bring her sugars back up. I asked her what she usually ate when that happened and then went and got her a muffin from Starbucks in the store, which they kindly gave to me for free, and the folks in line were so kind to let me jump the line. Then I did the same with a soda from the concession next door, which they also generously gave me for free. Then I stayed with her while she ate and her sugars came back up, and as she did, the color came back to her face which was so good to see. I then called her friend and asked him to come and pick her up and waited til he arrived. And in talking to her she told me how she had been badly affected by the hurricane and had lost all of her clothes and medical equipment. So I bought her a visa gift card and slipped it in her hand as I say my goodbyes. I also gave her as many healing hugs as I could. I can’t tell you how good it felt to help someone, even if it’s just a small thing. You never know what someone is going through.