I just returned from Hawaii where Anita and I spent a week on the Island of Oahu. We were also accompanied for the first four days of our trip by our daughter, Tiani. As I prepared myself to write this portion of the Newsletter, I pondered on what lessons I may have learned associated with my sobriety.
When asked what I enjoyed most about the trip, three things immediately came to mind. While visiting Volcano’s National Park, we took a three mile hike to come face to face with molten lava emerging from the earth. We got within 10 feet but no closer as I was concerned about my shoes burning.
On another day we went snorkeling and came across a large (maybe 3 foot) Green Sea Turtle. The turtle came directly at me and actually touched my mask with his beak. The turtle allowed meto swim with him for quite some time before he was scared off by some other swimmers.
And, of course, I had the opportunity to play golf. No golfer should go to Hawaii without playing at least one round of golf in paradise.
The lava reminded me of the chaos in my life. The lava runs unchecked and sometimes wreaks havoc in the lives of the people who live on the island. The Sea Turtle reminded me of the peace that comes from working the Steps and the feeling of peace as I swam with this wonderful, graceful animal. The turtle reminded me that I was accepted by others without having to take a drink. Lastly, while playing golf in paradise, I realized God really does have a sense of humor.
On the final day as we were at the airport preparing to leave, I decided to do some research. I find myself being in a hurry to go nowhere in particular. I push myself to get to the airport early and the anxiety increases as I worry about getting through security, finding my gate and getting on to the plane. So, I tried something different this time, just to see if it would work.
Upon arrival at the airport, we had to have our baggage screened by the Department of Agriculture to ensure we were not bringing unauthorized items back to the mainland. The area had not yet opened and we could not proceed without this inspection.
I decided not to concern myself with the long line of people waiting. We were the second group to arrive and we sat on a bench awaiting the opening of the station. I was not going to become involved in the pushing and shoving to get into line to have my baggage inspected, but would just wait and see what would happen with this new line of thinking. I call this “letting go.”
The inspection station opened and the first couple placed their luggage on to the conveyor. The next group stopped and a man invited us to go in front of him. He said we had arrived before him and he allowed us to go ahead.
I was amazed at how wonderful life can be when I get myself out of my way. The rest of the wait and the flight home was equally peaceful. Life is great!
Thanks for letting me share!
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