histórias de Sponsorship

January 28   Sponsorship     Right now, as I think of sponsorship, I think of all the things I have done wrong.  Times when I was not understanding enough and times when I was too understanding and enabling.  Sponsors I chose for ulterior motives and the ones I didn't challenge when they wandered away.  I search my mind for the ingredients that were in the mix when things went well and the dominant component was willingness, mine and theirs.  Whether I was sponsor or sponsee, willingness overrode ability, determination and love.  We had to come to the table willing, this was never something we were able to cook up or construct.  Nor is it something I can always hold onto, sometimes willingness evaporates or slips away like sand in a clenched fist.  The permanence and impermanence of sponsorship awes and frightens me.  Like a guidewire twisted from many strands none of which reaches from end to end I worry about the unraveling but depend on the strength.     Expectations are incubating resentments You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

February 7 From Pen to Progress “Leave those gaters in the paddock awhile longer,” said my sponsor.  I gave a little better than a cursory glance at the hulking forms though I did stay strictly on my side of the fence and grasped tighter the hand of my custodian.  The once over worked fine as my first pass through the creatures of the swamp, I didn’t fully grasp what lay beyond the petting zoo, but given my newness this wasn’t entirely a bad thing.  On second run I was in a boat with a glass bottom and a guide, I had vision, clarity.  Third time through was a charm, swim fins and a rope tied about my waist, it was all too real.  I floundered and had to be hauled bodily by my home group, my sponsor stood anchor.  I have numbered and charted these murky waters now and I see the lure they have for my ailing, twisted mind; the intensity of the brutes awash and the dark calling to dark make that sick sense that only an alcoholic can parse. I have to take to those by ways with supplies and reinforcements.  Never swim alone! Hand in hand is the best way to get anywhere You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

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MAY SANITY BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR! Imagine that all the Hunger Games characters were shoved into a mental hospital, weird right? Katniss Everdeen with depression, Gale being bipolar, Cinna with pyromania.. It's a beautiful thing, until Haymitch comes up with a great idea of making everyone go insane with the 'Mental Games'... This could be a long stay at Sunny Days House for the Mentally Ill... A very long stay indeed... ~All characters belong to Suzanne Collins~

Title: Kushe: Sierra Leone Thriller Description: In the heart of Sierra Leone, a deadly new drug called "Kushe" is spreading chaos and ruin across the nation. This intense thriller follows a relentless U.S. FBI agent, Justin, who teams up with a brave local named Issa Kamara and his tech-savvy friend Claudius to dismantle the criminal network behind Kushe. El Chapo, a notorious drug lord hiding in the shadows of Sierra Leone, leads the operation, with his trusted lieutenant, Chief, overseeing the violent distribution of the drug across the country. As Justin, Issa, and their team dive deeper, they uncover a vast and dangerous conspiracy that could have international consequences. Each step brings them closer to El Chapo, but the stakes grow higher as the line between justice and revenge blurs. In a desperate race against time, the team must confront their own fears and loyalties to bring down one of the most ruthless criminal empires ever seen. This gritty thriller reveals the dark underworld of Sierra Leone, where bravery, betrayal, and resilience are put to the ultimate test in a battle for justice.

December 5 THE BOAT On my ride home from work there is a boat stuck between two trees in the middle of a horse pasture next to a riverbed so dry it's filled with grass.  I think the boat is me.  I feel for the boat every time I see it.  Turned on edge, waiting for a river, which doesn't exist anymore and may never exist again.  Placed on edge for protection, not comfort. Although having my bottom rot out, well, let's just say might be more uncomfortable.  What good will I be even if the river runs again since I'm fenced in?  My sponsor says I shouldn't ask any question which starts with the word 'why'.  You know my reply. If my Higher Power has a plan...if it includes a river and a fence…  if I'm in this plan, me, the rowboat…I just don't see it.  Not seeing my purpose in life is a theme in my life says my sponsor.  I don't tell her the theme in hers. Truth is, I don't want to face the fact I might float away. Even though I'm supported by two big trees.  Even though there is a tall fence all around me.  Completely in spite of the fact THERE IS NO WATER!  My Higher Power loves me.  I am the boat. Enjoy the flowers and slide on the snow. * It All Points to Joy Can Love reweave the fabric which hate destroys? Can Kindness resew the field torn through with disregard? Can Beauty paint the world anew after so much ugliness has rained down upon us?   My heart believes these three cannot fail to make things right for what other point could there be than Joy?   Vlog: http://youtu.be/chEY7foQ0Eo   You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Widow's Halo is not a service - it is a seal of trust. A pact marked by commitment, clarity, and completion. Backed by the Scorpion, Moth, and Spider - it stands for protection, beauty, and intention. To carry it is a promise. To betray it is remembered.

On Monday 9th May 2022, I started to sponsor a Guide Dog for the Blind named Margo. Three puppies are always available for sponsorship on the Guide Dogs Website in the UK. I will be documenting Margo's journey from sponsorship to becoming a fully-fledged Guide Dog. Please note that there is a chance that Margo could be career-changed at any point along the way and that means that Margo will be unsuitable for a blind or visually impaired person.

A story about a skater dude with a fucked up life.

A group of six survivors who share the same unspoken trauma meet weekly in the basement of an abandoned church for a group therapy session. This short story is told from the point of view of one of them. This story is related to "A Single Drop of Blood" since that is also Eva's story.