"Acceptance of what happened is the first step to overcoming the consequence of any misfortune."  --William James

 

If You Never Try

If you never try,

You’ll never have to face defeat.

If you never run a race,

You’ll never lose a heat.

If you never stretch your talents,

You won’t risk a tear.

If you never take a chance,

The odds you’ll never fear.

 But if you have a lifelong wish

And you don’t venture out,

You will never overcome

Uncertainty and doubt.

And if you have a goal to reach

And time is passing by,

You will never know fulfillment

If you never try.

 

Yesterday...Today...Tomorrow

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is YESTERDAY with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.  YESTERDAY has passed forever beyond our control.

All the money in the world cannot bring back YESTERDAY.  We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said...YESTERDAY is gone.

The other day we should not worry about is TOMORROW with its possible adversaries, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance.  TOMORROW is also beyond our immediate control.

TOMORROW'S sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds but it will rise.  Until it does, we have no stake in TOMORROW for it is as yet unborn.

This leaves only one day...TODAY.  Any man can fight the battle of just one day.  It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities...YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW that we break down.  It is not the experience of TODAY that drives men mad--it is remorse or bitterness for something which happened YESTERDAY and the dread of what TOMORROW will bring.

Let us therefore live but one day at a time!

 

St. Francis Prayer

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

 

There is a Bottle:  For Anyone Who Has Ever Loved An Alcoholic, To Help That Person Understand
   by Judith Ann Hayton


In my eye, I see it clearly

In my heart, I love it dearly

In my mind, it's there unending

It's my master, so unbending

In my mouth, the tastes a hunger

Learned so completely when I was younger

In my ear, the pouring's pleasant

Keeps my mind from past or present

Takes away my hurts, my sorrows

Helps me not to face tomorrows

Oh, but I hurt, I hurt inside

Where is my dignity?  Do I have any pride?

My family is gone, my home is a bar

And that bottle, that bottle, is never too far

 

 

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