Today Linda has given us “sharp” as our prompt for this week’s #SoCS.
When I was younger I would be called sharp as a whip. As I became a teenager I became sharp as a pencil. As I moved through adulthood i was ranging from being sharp as a tack to being as sharp as a double edged sword with my fiery tacky sense of humor at times along with my very sharp tongue.
Today I deal a different type of sharpness. You see I have always been a go-getter especially when it comes to my work ethic. I currently find myself being called sharp in how I work, but I am also being called eager. Eager can be both a positive and a negative meaning that it can definitely be a sharp double edged sword.
The other double edged sword that I have to be very careful with is my recovery. I am very cognoscente that I must not stand still in my recovery, If I do I will be cut by that edge of the sword that cares nothing about me and my recovery.
September is National Recovery Month. We all know I am an open book and I am proud that I am in recovery! The last few years have been a struggle, but I am so proud to say I have 8 months of sobriety today. Unfortunately it took my husband Cruzer having open heart surgery in December of 2019 and me not taking it well for me to really wake up, but I am woke!
I am blessed to have a huge support network in my family, friends and my fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous. But it is important to note that the number one thing that I have in my recovery is my Higher Power whom choose to call GOD!
If you know someone who is struggling with any type of addiction please let them know about a really great supplement to face to face meetings. In The Rooms that has meetings all day everyday for almost every type of addiction you can think of. I have a home group online Global Steps AA, that has a total of 64 meetings per week and just happens to meet in the church of In The Rooms!!!
So in order for me to be sure and handle the edge of the sword that does care about my recovery the way that I do, I do some pretty simple steps. I remain sharp as a tack in regards to my character defects coming to the surface and nip them in the bud. I thank my higher power whom I choose to call God every morning for allowing me to wake up and not just come to. I am in constant contact with my sponsor. I am currently working on my 4th step.
I love doing service, in fact I truly believe that in 2016 when I turned 50, the whole reasoning behind my major relapse and then continuing to have issues with relapse and recovery – was because I had gotten mad at folks in my home group the Goliad Group and my online group – and I quit doing any type of service.
You see, I always say, I cannot keep what I do not give away freely!!!!!! That is a true statement if I am doing some sort of service for my fellow alcoholics then I cannot keep my sobriety. Today I chair meetings at my face to face home group and in my online home group. I share in every meeting that I can, because I never know who I will touch with my words of experience, strength and hope.
So as long I continue to work this sharp program of recovery, I WILL REMAIN SHARP AS A TACK!!!!
That’ what’s in MY Rattled Cage, thanks for stopping by!!
Today Linda has given us “SONG” as our prompt for #SoCS with the following: “First, find a picture–the closest one to you. Your prompt is the title and/or the lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when you look at the picture.”
This picture hangs above my desk on the left hand wall. It was given to me probably 15 years ago by one of my best friends Martha, she and I have been best friends since we worked together at SITEL Corporation in 1999. It is the first picture I saw as I read the prompt from Linda. The first song I thought of was Send Me An Angel by Real Life from 1983. The video below is from 1989 and the song and video were played widely in 1989 and 1990 when I first moved to San Antonio after being released to a halfway house.
In 1999, who would have thought that indeed I would be sent an angel in the form of my Cruzer. We met through friends in 1997 and then lost touch for a few years. He was going through a tough time in January 2001 when he called 411, you remember information – right, to find my number because he just needed a friend to talk to. It was like we picked up where we never even started or left off – and here we are almost 19 1/2 years later and we are still together.
He has seen me at my best and at my worst and yet he has loved me through it all. I could not ask for a better friend and husband. My Higher Power whom I choose to call God truly did send me an angel!!
Enjoy the music video below from Real Life. That’s what’s in My Rattled Cage, thanks for stopping by!!
This week Linda has given us the prompt of FAN for our #SoCS.
I started writing this post yesterday morning and then my best friend whose mother passed away on Friday called asked if I could come over and handle taking down her brush for the big brush pick-up on Monday 6/8. So of course, I dropped everything and spent almost 9 hours assisting my ride or die.
I am a huge fan of many things. Specific movies to include A Few Good Men, Goodfellas, Casino, A Time to Kill, Steel Magnolias, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane, anything with Joan Crawford or Bette Davis. As evidenced by my posts I am a huge fan of many music genres to include country, jazz, contemporary Christian, and anything from the greatest music decade ever – the 1980’s.
I love to read my favorite author is John Grisham and I have read pretty much every book he has written and seen every movie that was made from a book of his.
I am a fan of remaining sober and working my program with my great sponsor and my Higher Power whom I choose to call God along with the assistance of my husband – who yes, I am a huge fan of and my family.
You what I am the biggest fan of? You guessed it my four legged babies. They love me UNCONDITIONALLY and if my husband got as excited about me walking in the door as they all do, that would be icing on the cake. The pictures below were all taken on Thursday evening 6/4/20 which just so happened to be Five months of sobriety for me.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a double Alumnus of The University of Texas at San Antonio as well as a former staff member. During my time there I had the opportunity to not only touch the lives of many students but also to have many students touch my life in ways that I could have never imagined.
I still follow a lot of those students on multiple social media sites and every now and then a true gem comes along and needs to be shared. One particular individual that I have stayed in touch with is Brian Mannas from the Class of 2013 who has gone on do to some really great things to include being an AmeriCorps VISTA Volunteer and a member of the Peace Corps and is now a Paid Canvassing Director for the campaign of James Talarico for State Representative in Austin, Texas.
Yesterday Brian posted a video that is an important conversation starter entitled “Let’s talk about #BlackLivesMatter“, he did an excellent job of stating some very important factors from his point of view. I hope you will take a moment to watch the video.
With his permission I am reposting to my social media feeds as well as here. That’s what’s in My Rattled Cage, thanks for stopping by!!
I friend of mine on Facebook posted this today and she simply copied and pasted it as I am here. Very powerful suggestions here. I hope everyone will take these words to heart during this stressful time in the United States.
Your black friend is trying to be ok.
Your Black friend in the past 30 days has watched a Black man get shot dead while jogging (Ahmaud Arbery), a Black woman get shot dead while sleeping (Breona Taylor), and the murder of George Floyd by a Minneapolis police officer. Your Black friend has also listened to the President of the United States use segregationist words as a veiled threat.
Your Black friend is trying to be ok.
Please don’t ask us about the looting. Please don’t chastise us about the rioting. Please don’t tell us that all lives matter. Please don’t minimize our fear. Please don’t bring up Black on Black crime. Please don’t ask “What about Chicago?” Please don’t say “if you’d just act like (A Wildly Successful Black Person… Usually Oprah, Obama, Colin Powell, Denzel or Will Smith)”. Please don’t judge us
Your Black friend is trying to be ok.
Listen to your Black friend. Empathize with your Black friend. Support your Black friend. Pray for your Black friend. Pray with your Black friend.
Just let your Black friend know you really care.
Your Black friend will remember who truly had their back during this difficult time. They will remember who was more concerned about a looted Target. They will remember you posting a thinly veiled and racially offensive meme. They will remember you calling looters “Savages”. They will remember your silence about their Black life and the Black Lives of others.
It’s real easy.
Do whatever you can to help your Black friend out because your Black friend is trying to be ok…..
I am taking a moment to repost a blog from one of my favorite bloggers John Pavlovitz. As a Catholic, I am so happy that John posted this post. That’s what’s in My Rattled Cage, thanks for stopping by!!
And Jesus walked into the 3rd Precinct, sat down and began to teach them, saying:
“You have heard it said, “Whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me.”
I’ve heard you repeat that in your churches and in your Bible studies. I’ve seen it on your social media profiles.
I need you to understand what that means:
It means that I am a black life.When you slowly suffocate a man to death in the street while he pleads for breath, you’re slowly suffocating me.
When you drive your knee into his neck until it closes, you’re driving your knee into mine.
When you close stand by and watch him expire without helping him, you’re ignoring my murder.
When you execute young men at traffic stops for doing nothing than having darker skin than yours, you’re executing me, because mine is darker than yours.
When you knock an old person down in the street, you’re knocking me down.
When you lob tear gas into crowds whose faces you cannot see, you’re lobbing it into my eyes and down my throat and choking me.
When you fire rubber bullets into the heads of women bringing water to marchers, you’re firing them into my head.
When you strike the face of an unarmed teenager, you strike mine. That is my blood on your baton.
When you indiscriminately run peaceful people over with your patrol car, you’re running me over. Your tires crush my bones and tear my tendons.
When you mock the termination of a black life with your friends, you’re the laughing soldiers who stood around my cross making a mockery of me.
When you spit on people of color, you’re spitting on me.
When you deny the value of black life, you’re denying my worth.
This has always been true.
I made my home in the gutters, with the people of the street; with the outcasts and the marginalized, with the maligned and the disrespected. I was always where the powerless pushed back against the powerful.
I was always where the least were asking to be treated with humanity.
I am here now, with these exhausted, desperate human beings pleading for decency and I am kneeling across from you in these protests.
I am waiting for you to stop defending Caesar and to be the agents of peace you’re supposed to be. I am looking for you to protect and serve me in my pigmentation.
I am your black neighbor, giving you the chance to love me as you love yourself, to value my life and as much as your own.
I was here before you were born, before America was something white people took from people they slaughtered, and something built with the hands of other people they stole.
Before your flags and your anthems and before your nationalism ever had a nation, I was demanding the release of the slave and emancipation of the imprisoned and liberation of the oppressed and hope for the hopeless.
Two thousand years ago I was here living with the street rabble and healing the wounds of Empire and turning over tables and screaming at religious hypocrisy—and I was warning people not to become so corrupt with power and so enamored with money that they forfeited their souls.
I was here speaking against people like this president and I was murdered by people like him and the more you embrace him, the more contempt you will have for me, the more harm you will be willing to do to me, the less my life will matter to you.
I am the slave, the prisoner, the college student you pull over, the man lying in the street, the woman carrying water.
I am the kneeling, silent black man waiting for justice that you can help give me.
I am the least of these.
My life matters.”
When Jesus finished speaking, many were upset by his teachings and grew agitated. Some screamed at him, some tried to justify themselves.