Hubby and I got home late last night, and so this morning when the phone rang I felt a little tired.
I knew it was a program call because the caller asked to speak to Kathy M.
"Yes, this is Kathy," I said.
The caller's name was Sylvia and she spoke with a heavy Eastern European accent. She was a new volunteer at the local information center and my name was on her list. Could I help take home calls in April?
I started to tell her I was pretty well committed. Three sponsees, prison service, commitments with my home group and, well, life.
I started to say those things.
Then I remembered that in my line of sponsorship we don't say "no" without a good reason. I remembered that I said I was willing to go to any lengths for my recovery. I remembered that God knows better than I do. I remembered the Al-Anon Declaration: "When anyone, anywhere, reaches out for help, let the hand of Al-Anon always be there, and Let It Begin With Me." I thought of the commitment she had made to fill all those night.
"What do you need?" I asked.
Sylvia said she needed someone to take home calls on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
My home group meets on Mondays, and one Monday a month, I'm at the prison.
Tuesday evenings are when I have my regular call times with my sponsees.
I wasn't available every Wednesday night in April, but I was available for a couple. I said I could fill in a day or two. She suggested two dates. I was free. I told her to sign me up.
I remembered what my sponsor said every time she took yet another sponsee (she has 14). "My God has a sense of humor," she said.
As I hung up the phone, I had to laugh.
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