Why Stories Matter

Posted: April 11, 2014 in Uncategorized


“I don’t need to live in anyone else’s fantasy,” Bill, the self-proclaimed pornography and sex addict looked very serious as he spoke.  His thinning blond hair falling over the top edge of his creased forehead.  His pale blue eyes held an expression halfway between introspection and dogged determination.  “I’ve been sober now for over four years—“

A round of applause from the small group of half-a-dozen listeners interrupted his speech.  That was the convention at these 12-step meetings.  You applauded sobriety.  Bill, encouraged, continued on.  “No one gave this to me.  I got here by hard work, learning from my mistakes, and hell of a lot of prayer.”

I smiled at that.  The combination of “hell” and “prayer” seemed an interesting choice.  Of course, he was the one with four plus years of sobriety, so who was I to question.

“Anyhow, I’ve stopped watching TV.  Like I said I don’t…

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