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My first sponsor was a hammer. She defied the definition of sponsor
as we know it from recovery literature. Because I had no idea what the
“next right thing” was, I did whatever she told me to do. She had three
years clean and sober, so to me, she knew everything. I met her while in
a recovery home.
She defied the rules by secretly becoming my sponsor and friend. Then I
left the place at three months clean, against the advice of the
director, to move into her apartment. I had a crappy job at the time and
she told me I had to split the rent. I did. The woman had next to
nothing but what she had, she appreciated. I felt blessed that she would
trust me to live there too. She put a 10pm
curfew on me and said if I broke it, I was OUT! When I whined, she told
me to shut the hell up and go to a meeting. When I was bored, she found
me something to do. When I lacked spirituality, she told me to pray and
get my ass to church. She was there that fine day when step one
“happened” to me. People thought we were lesbians because we were always
together. I really didn’t give a crap.
didn’t sugar coat it. Most sponsors give “advice” nicely, as not to
offend. Being offensive was this woman’s middle name. I needed it
though. I was a know-it-all who knew nothing. Compliments were few and
far between but when she gave them, she meant it.
a few years I moved back to my hometown. Something was going on with
her and I didn’t like it. At five years clean she was slipping back into
old behaviors. I got another sponsor. This woman who was a HAMMER of a
sponsor, who went over and above the call of duty, relapsed. Our mutual
friend called me one morning to tell me the bad news. This woman had had
a spiritual awakening?!
How could she just throw it all away? I was crushed to think she went
back out. Situations like these remind me that I am never well enough to
do without the program of recovery. The day I’m well enough will never
come. I think of her when I don’t want to go to a meeting or work steps.
I remember the hammer that she was, but also that she GOT hammered. She
fell of the pedestal I had created for her. Her final lesson to me was
that no one is immune from relapse, not even the best and brightest of
the crowd. --Anonymous