There was a time when I thought I was somewhat unique. Nobody, but nobody, in the world was like me, the good, the bad and the indifferent. Yep, I was surely special. Then day one of my recovery from alcoholism occurred and guess what? I met a bunch of other people just like me. What a revelation!
Then I knew that whatever I was thinking, someone else had thought the same before me. Whatever I was doing, someone had done it before. The phrase, “been there, done that” took on a very significant meaning in my life. And I was no longer unique.
However, I can occasionally make side trips to that place called special and unique. It feeds my ego, pumps my self-esteem, and ultimately puts me in a dangerous space in my sobriety. The God of my understanding tells me that truly I am loved in his eyes, but I am just a grain of sand in the sea of humankind. I am just one of a multitudinous flood of creatures who face the same issues; we dream, hope, grieve, worship, sin, worry, rejoice. And it is guaranteed that each of us will physically die.
The only one who is special in this scenario called life on earth is our HP. Who else could put together a bunch of bitter, demented, angry, back-biting, self-absorbed, whining, drunks and turn them into souls afire for sobriety and fellowship? It’s got to be a God thing. Nothing else is big enough, almighty enough, loving enough to make us over into something special.