100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (......and I forgot about what gave me a good life; therefor, I lost the good life.) (C)

He goes back to work as a garbage man through the temporary job agency. He is happy because he heard from his girl friend.

 “...and I forgot about what gave me a good life; therefor, I lost the good life. The thing that brought me a good job, women, houses, money. That thing was my God, and AA. I stopped nourishing my relationship with God and AA. Instead I spent more time seeking and doing the gifts I was given. I'd say I'm too busy working...and before I knew it I lost the gifts..."

He goes back to work as a garbage man through the temporary job agency. He is happy because he heard from his girl friend.

“Glad you’re feeling better,” Dean says as we walk in Waste World.

“Yea man. I got a new outlook entirely.” I am loved again. All is right.

“Back again uh.” The operations manager says so cheerfully.

“Yep.”

He’s in his early twenties. His father probably helped him get this job. To boss people around and to be so young has to boost his ego. I quickly refute that negative thought because it does me no good as according to page 86 of the Alcoholics Anonymous book, “Let my mind be divorced from self-pity.” 

Link here for pages 86-88

My sponsor is right. I have been acting like a child. Carmelita doesn’t deserve that. I’ll be the man she wants. The man she needs.

“You know most don’t come back here for long,” the kid winks at me.

At work I’m racing Dean to get the garbage cans before he does. Throwing the cans in the back quicker. He smiles back at me. We go to one house and as I'm running with the can and doll falls out of it. "These rich folk throw away everything. Even baby's. We might need to call dhs on these people,"

 I joke. 

"That's it kid, make life fun! There's too much sadness in the world." Dean replies.

We return three hours early. The workers were pleased because they got paid the same rather they worked 4 or 8 hours.

I’m in the waiting area drinking cold coffee.

“They’re really impressed with you.” Dean says. 

It is three hours until the next meeting. I may not be able to make one tomorrow. Will be too busy. I go through the want adds. I lost track of time. 

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“…it didn’t matter what happened I have love and she accepts me for who I am.” 

“Boy, you delusional.” I didn’t see my sponsor coming. From behind the coffee bar, Eddie just nods his head and looks toward the meeting room. There were only ten minutes left.

I walk inside the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. An older man is sharing.  “...and I forgot about what gave me a good life. The thing that brought me a good job, women, houses, money. That thing was my God, and AA. I stopped nourishing my relationship with God and AA. Instead I spent more time seeking and doing the gifts I was given. I'd say I'm too busy working...and before I knew it I lost the gifts..."

My phone rings. Carmelita, "Hey baby..."

I leave the meeting.