When experience, strength and hope becomes advice
One of my (new!) little pet peeves is cross-talking in meetings; that is when someone is talking directly to someone else instead of to the group. When that cross-talking expands into advice-giving, I really have to watch myself. My snippy self can sometimes get frisky and the desire to say something like, "Thank you for sharing, Doctor." may slip out. (It hasn't yet...)
This was happening in a meeting I attended over the weekend and it started getting to me. About halfway through the meeting, the discussion ran out and we started reading the Big Book. We started reading "Acceptance Was the Answer," part of which is on page 417. (Used to be page 449) I like the page 417 part a lot, but what got me even more that night was the last page of that story. It so very well fit what was happening that night in the meeting and in me. Small miracles...
This was happening in a meeting I attended over the weekend and it started getting to me. About halfway through the meeting, the discussion ran out and we started reading the Big Book. We started reading "Acceptance Was the Answer," part of which is on page 417. (Used to be page 449) I like the page 417 part a lot, but what got me even more that night was the last page of that story. It so very well fit what was happening that night in the meeting and in me. Small miracles...
