Here are a couple of very inspirational items I wanted to share with you. They were given to me by a dear friend

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First there was...

SOMEDAY STREET
as given to me by a dear friend

Someday Street is a one-way street that leads to the gates of hell,
It's littered with broken bottles, and stories no one can tell.
It's the street of human derelicts, the place of forgotten men,
Who stagger and sway along the way, and are never seen again.

Someday Street is a sun-less street, where the days and nights are one,
And each tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, till the life of men is done.
It's a fearful street, a hidden street, that lives in each drunken
brain, That screams and cries, and tries and tires, to find somebody again.

Someday Street is a lonely street, it's always dark and dreary',
Where the eyes of men are dull and tired, and ever filled with fear.
There's not a smile in that last cruel mile, but death in every block,
And the devil smiles and the devil beguiles the soul he has in "hock".

Someday Street is an age old street, it claims, it maims and stays,
Men toss and turn, sob and yearn for the memory of other days.
Of days before they hit the street, when life was good and new,
When each day and night was clear and bright, and dreams did oft' come
true.

Someday Street is a hellish street, it's full of broken dreams,
It smells of broken bodies, it laughs at drunken screams.
It's a timeless street, a faceless street, it's men are faceless too,
They're there to stay, till laid away in a box just six by two.

Someday Street is a jealous street, that holds it's victims fast,
Each step you take, each drink you take, will lead to death at last.
It's a dim lit street, a lying street, that fools each seeking heart,
It shapes each one, and when it's done, it tears each one apart.

Someday Street is a one-way street, that lets few people go,
I've lived on Someday Street myself, and that is how I know.
The wino, the outcast, the big shot and the bum,
The mack-a-roo, the B-girl too, I've swilled their wine and rum.

I know the garish lights, I know the hellish dreams,
I know the alleys and jails, I know the cries and screams.
I know the filth of Someday Street, I know the cry of shame,
Because I came from Someday Street, a man without a name.

I crawled up, up from Someday Street, with all it's hell and pain,
I've found a way to live each day, and not go back again.
There was this man who drifted through, who told me there was a way,
To leave the hell of Someday Street, that way is the AA Way.

I've not been back to Someday Street, in weeks, in months and years,
I fear the hellish street no more, it's blackouts and it's tears.
Some new friends showed me a path, a path I'll gladly trod.
And for today the AA Way, helps me to trust in God

and then there was....

I STAND BY THE DOOR
as given to me by a dear friend

Stand by the door. I neither go too far in, nor stay too far
out. This door is the most important door in the world. It’s the door
through which men walk when they find God. There’s no use my going way
inside and staying there when so many are still outside. And they, just
as I, crave to know where the door is. And all that so many ever find is
only a wall where that door ought to be. They creep along the wall like
blind men with outstretched groping hands feeling for a door, knowing
that there must be a door, yet they never find it. So I stand by the
door.
The most tremendous thing in the world is for men to find that
door, the door to God. The most important thing any man can do is to
take hold of one of those hands, and put it on that latch, the latch
that only clicks and opens to that man’s own touch. Many die outside
that door as starving beggars die on cold nights in cruel cities in the
dead of winter, die for want of what is within their grasp. They live
on the other side of that door. They live because they have not found
it. Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it, and open it,
and walk in and find God. So I stand by the door.
Go in great saints, go all the way in. Go way down into the
cavernous cellars and way up into the spacious attics in its vast roomy
house, this house where God is. Go into the deepest of hidden
casements of withdrawals, silence and sainthood. Some must inhabit those
inner rooms and know the depths and heights of God, and call outside to
the rest of us how wonderful it is in there. Sometimes I take a deeper
look in. Sometimes I venture in a little further. But my place seems to
be closer to the opening. So I stand by the door.
There’s another reason why I stand there. Some people get part
way in and become afraid lest God and the zeal of His house devour them.
For God is so very great and asks all of us. And these people feel a
cosmic claustrophobia, and they want to get out. Let me out! they cry.
And the people way inside only terrify them even more. Somebody must be
by the door to tell them that they’re spoiled. For the old life
they have seen too much. Once you taste God, nothing but God will do
ever again. Somebody must be watching for the frightened who seek to
sneak out just where they came in, and tell them how much better it is
inside. The people too far in don’t see how near these people are to
leaving, preoccupied with the wonder of it all. Somebody must watch for
those who have entered the door but would like to run away. So, for them
too, I stand by the door.
I admire the people who go way in, but I wish they wouldn’t
forget how it was, before they got in. Then they would be able to help
the people who have not yet even found that door, or the people who want
to run away again from God. You can go in too deeply, you can stay in
too long, and forget the people outside the door. As for me, I’ll. take
my old accustomed place, near enough to God to hear Him, and know that
He is there, but not so far from men as not to hear them and remember
they are there too.
Where? Outside the door. Thousands of them. Millions of them.
But more important for me, one of them, two of them, ten of them, whose
hands I am intended to put on the latch. So I stand by the door and wait
for those who seek it. I’d rather be a doorkeeper. So I stand by the
door.

And finally there are....

THE FOUR ABSOLUTES
passed on from a friend
Spelled out as such, The Four Absolutes are not a formal part of our A.A. philosophy of life. Since this is True, some may claim the Absolutes should be ignored. This premise is Approximately as sound as it would be to suggest that the Holy Bible should be scuttled. The Absolutes were borrowed from the Oxford Group Movement back in the days when our society was in its humble beginning. In those days our founders and their early colleagues were earnestly seeking for any and all sources of help to define and formulate suggestions that might guide us in the pursuit of a useful, happy and significant life. Because the absolutes are not specifically repeated in our Steps or Traditions, some of us are inclined to forget them. Yet, in many old time groups where the solid spirit of our fellowship is so strongly exemplified, the Absolutes receive frequent mention. Indeed, you often find a set of old placards, carefully preserved, which are trotted out for prominent display each meeting night. There could be unanimity on the proposition that living our way of life must include not only an awareness, but, a constant striving toward greater achievement in the qualities which the Absolutes represent. Many who have lost the precious gift of sobriety would ascribe it to carelessness in seeking these objectives. If you will revisit the Twelve Steps with care, you will find The Four Absolutes form a thread which is discernible in a sober life of quality, every step of the glorious journey.

HONESTY
UNSELFISHNESS
LOVE
PURITY
We walked into this large group of which we had heard so much, but had never attended. From the vestibule we saw a placard on the corner of the far wall which said. "Easy Does it." We turned left to park our coat. We turned back and there on the other corner of the same wall was a twin placard which said. "First Things First." Then facing to the front of the room, High above the platform we saw in the largest letters of all, "BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD." Then as our eyes descended, there directly on the front of the podium was another with four words,

"HONESTY,
UNSELFISHNESS,
PURITY
AND LOVE.
" In the next ten minutes as we sat unnoticed in the last row waiting for the meeting to start, many thoughts tumbled through a mind that was really startled by this first face to face meeting with The Four Absolutes for a very long time. We started to grade ourselves fearlessly on our own progress toward these Absolutes through long years of sobriety. The score was a pitiful, lonely little score. We thought of a fine lead recently heard in which a patient humble brother had told his story, and had mentioned his overwhelming sense of gratitude as an important ingredient of his fifteen years of sobriety. And, in listing things for which he was so grateful, he mentioned how comfortable it was to be completely Honest. Certainly he meant nothing prideful. He simply meant that he told his wife and friends the Truth as best he could, had no fishy stories to reconcile, was honest with money and material things, etc.. This was a truly grateful, humble fellow. Certainly, he did not resemble the man pictured in the cartoon, speaking to a large audience, pounding on the table and with a jutting chin proclaiming in a loud voice that he had more humility than anyone there and could prove it. But just think of "Complete Honesty." Is it not the eternal search for the truth which is endless, and in which none achieve perfection? What do The Four Absolutes mean to most of us? Words are tools. Like any other tools, they get rusty and corroded when not used. More importantly, we must familiarize ourselves with the tools, understand them, and ever improve our skill in their use. Else the end product, if any, is pathetically poor. We thought of a dear friend in the fellowship, prone like other alcoholics to move quickly from one hobby or interest to another, without really doing much with any of them. (does that sound like someone you know?) Once this friend decided that working with his hands would solve some problems, quiet his nerves, perhaps help him to achieve serenity and balance. So, he reviewed an impressive collection of tool catalogues with friends already addicted to the woodworking hobby. He bought a large expensive collection of tools, and a lot of equipment. He hired a carpenter to build a shop in his basement, install the equipment, and make custom built racks to house the tools. But, in the end, no one shaving and not one tiny bit of sawdust graced its floor. The idle tools serve just as well to keep our friend occupied while he doesn't go to meetings, do Twelfth Step work or engage in other happy activity in A.A..

How many of you will be completely Honest and admit that you have put The Four Absolutes in the attic, a little rusty from non-use perhaps, but none the worse for wear? Give or take a little, how many of us who still maintain the workshop for the Absolutes will admit that not too many shavings, or much sawdust from our activity has persisted, how may will admit that the end product did not win a prize for its quality? Such lack of quality can only mean lack of objectives, or lack of all-out effort toward such objectives. We must recognize the absolutes as guideposts to the finest and highest objectives to mortal man. But, recognition is not enough. We must use the tools.

HONESTY
Over and over we must ask ourselves, "is it true, or is it false?" For Honesty is by far the most difficult of The Four Absolutes, for anyone, but especially for us in the fellowship. The problem drinker develops genuine artistry in the deceit. Too many ( and we plead guilty ) simply turn over a new leaf and relax. This is wrong. The real virtue in Honesty lies in the persistent dedicated striving for it. There is no relaxed twilight zone, its either full speed ahead constantly or its not Honesty we seek. And the unrelenting pursuit of truth will set you free, even if you don't quite catch up to it. We need not choose or pursue falsity. All we need is to relax or pursuit of truth, and falsity will find us. The search for truth is the noblest expression of the soul. Let a human throw the engines of his soul into the doing or making of something good, and the instinct of workmanship alone will take care of his honesty. The noblest pleasure we can have is to find a great new truth and discard an old prejudice. When not actively sought, truth seldom comes to light, but falsehood does. Truth is life and falsity is spiritual death. It's an everlasting, unrelenting instinct for Truth that counts. Honesty is not a policy. It has to be a constant, conscious state of mind. Accuracy is close to being a twin brother of Honesty, but inaccuracy and exaggeration are at least "kissing cousins" of Dishonesty. We may bring ourselves to believe almost anything by rationalization. (Another of our fine arts), and so it's well to begin and end our inquiry with the question "Is it true?" Any man who loves to search for truth is precious to any fellowship or society. Any intended violation of Honesty stabs the health of not only the doer, but the whole fellowship. On the other hand, if we are honest to the limit of our ability, the basic appetite for truth in others (which may be dormant, but not dead) will rise majestically to join us. Life sobriety, it's the power of example that does the job. It is much simpler to appear Honest, than to be Honest. We must strive to be in reality what we appear to be. It is easier to be Honest with others than with ourselves. Our searching self-inventories help because the man who knows himself is at least on the doorstep of Honesty. Our instinct for exhibitionism, even though held in check, is a foe of Honesty. When we try to enhance our stature in the eyes of others, Dishonesty is there in the shadows. When falsehood even creeps in, we are getting back on the "Merry-Go-Round" Because falsehoods not only disagree with truth, they quarrel with each other. Remember? It is one thing to devoutly wish that the truth may be on your side, and it's quite another to wish sincerely to be on the side of truth. Honesty would seem to be the toughest of our Four Absolutes and at the same time, the most exciting challenge. Our sobriety is a gift, but Honesty is a grace that we must earn and constantly fight to protect and enlarge. "Is it true or False?" Let us make that a ceaseless question that we try to answer with all the sober strength an intelligence we have.

Unselfishness
At first blush, unselfishness would seem to be the simplest of all to understand, define and accomplish. but we have a long road to travel because ours was a real mastery of the exact opposite during our drinking days. A little careful thought will show that Unselfishness in its finest sense, the kind for which we must strive in our way of life, is not easy to reach or describe in detail. In the final analysis, it must gain for us the selflessness which is our spiritual cornerstone, the real significance of our anonymity. Proceeding with the question method of digesting The Absolute, we suggest you ask yourself over and over again in judging what you are about to do, say, think or decide - "How will this affect the other fellow?" Our Unselfishness must include not merely that which we do for others, but, that which we do for ourselves. I once heard an old timer say that this was a 100% selfish program in one quality  before we could possible help other in a maximum degree. Yet, we know that we must give of ourselves to others in order to maintain our own sobriety. In a spirit of complete selflessness with no thought of reward. How do we put these two thing together? Well, for one thing, it points up that we shall gain in direct proportion to the real help we give to others. How many of us make hospital calls simply because we think only of their own need and reflect little on the question of doing the fellows at the hospital some genuine good, are missing the boat we know, for we used to make hospital calls in much the same way we took vitamin pills. Then one day in our early sobriety, we were asked to call on a female patient. There weren't enough gals to go around in those days and the men were called in to help. Never will we forget the anxiety on the way to that nursing home. And after nearly two hours of earnest talk, we left one of the noblest women we will ever meet, worried about whether we had helped, or hurt, or perhaps had accomplished nothing at all. Some of her questions stayed with us. We though of better answers later on, and returned to see her several times. We are helped on our long journey to unselfishness by our great mission of understanding which sometimes seems as precious as the gift of sobriety itself. But the quality can not be confined alone to that which we do for others. We must be unselfish even in our pursuits of self-preservation. Not the least of our aid to others comes form the examples of our own lives. Is there any protection against that first drink which equals our thought of what it may do to others, those whose unselfish love guided us in the beginning, and those who we in turn guided later on? We are again reminded of the last verse of an anonymous poem: I must remember as I go Through sober days, both high and low, What I must always seem to be for him who always follows me LOVE We often learn more by questions, than answers. Did you ever hear a question that caused you to think for days, or even weeks? The  questions which have no easy answer are often the key to the truth. However, in this series on The Four Absolutes, we are concerned with the questions we should be asking ourselves over and over again in life. The integrity of our answers to these questions will determine the quality of our life, may even determine the continuance of our sobriety. A good question to ask ourselves on Love might be, "Is it ugly or is it beautiful?" We are experts on ugliness. We have really been there. We are not experts on beauty, but we tasted a little, and we are hungry for more. Love is beauty. Coming from the depths of fear, physical agony, mental torture and spiritual starvation, we feel completely involved, impregnated with self-pity, poisoned by resentment, and devoured by a prideful ego which with alcohol has brought complete blindness. We receive understanding and Love from strangers and we make progress as we in turn give it to new strangers. It's as simple as that. Fortunately, for us, love is inspiring from the very beginning, even in kindergarten, which is where many of us still are. The old song tells us that Love is a many splendored thing. In giving it, we receive it. But, the joy of receiving can never match the real thrill of giving. Consider that this great mission of love which is ours is seldom experienced by the non-alcoholic, and you have a new reason for gratitude. Few are privileged to save lives. Fewer have the rich experience of being God's helper in the gift of a second life. Love is a poor man's beginning toward God. We reach our Twelfth Step when we give Love to the new man who is poor today, as we were poor yesterday. A man too proud to know he is poor, has turned away from God, with or without alcohol. We have been there, too. But, if he has a drinking problem, we can show him the way through Love, understanding and our own experience. When we live for our own sobriety, we again become beggars in spiritual rags, blind once again with the dust of pride and self. Soon we will be starving with the hunger of devouring ourselves, perhaps even lose sobriety. Love is "giving of yourself" and unless we do, our progress will be lost. Each one owes the gift of this second life of sobriety to every other human being he meets in the ceaseless presence of God, and especially to other alcoholics who still suffer. Not to give of himself brings the desolation of a new poverty to the sober alcoholic. When we offer Love, we offer our life; are we prepared to give it? When another offers us Love, he offers his life; have we the grace to receive it? When Love is offered, God is there; have we received him? The will to Love is God's will; have we taken the Third Step? Ask yourself, "Is this ugly or is it beautiful?" If it's truly beautiful then it is the way of Love, it is the way of A.A., and it is the will of God as we understand him.

PURITY
Purity is simple to understand. Purity is flawless quality. Gerard Groot in his famous fourteenth century book of meditation has an essay entitled, "Of pure mind and simple intention," in which he says, "by two wings a man is lifted up from things earthly, namely by simplicity and Purity. Simplicity doth tend towards God; Purity doth apprehend and taste him;" Purity is a quality of both the mind and the heart, or perhaps we should say the soul of the man. As far as the mind is concerned, it is a simple case of answering the question, "Is it right, or is it wrong?" That should be easy for us. There is no twilight zone between right and wrong. Even in our drinking days we knew the difference. With most of us, knowing the difference was the cause, or part of the cause of our drinking. We did not want to face the reality of doing wrong. It isn't the realm of the mental aspects of Purity that our main problem lies. We can all answer the question quoted above to the best of our ability and get the correct answer. It's in the realm of the heart and spirit that we face difficulty. We know which is right, but do we have the dedicated will to do it? Just as a real desire to stop drinking must exist to make your way of life effective for us, so we must have a determined desire to do that which we know is right, if we are to achieve any measurable degree of Purity. It has been well said that intelligence is discipline, in other words, knowledge means little until it goes into action. We knew we should not take the first drink, remember? Until we translate our knowledge into action of our own lives, the value of it is nonexistent. We are not intelligent under such circumstances. So it is with the decency of our lives. We know it is right, but unless we do it, the knowledge is a haunting vacuum. In discussing Unselfishness we mentioned that it includes more than just doing for others. We repeat that it includes all that we so, since much of our help to others comes through our own example. Nowhere is this more true than in the decency and rightness of our life. Were we to contemplate the peace and contentment that a pure conscience would bring to us, and the joy and help that it would bring to others, we would be more determined about our spiritual progress. If our surrender under the Third Step has not been absolute, perhaps we should give the Eleventh Step more attention. If you have turned your will and your life over to god as you understand him, purity will come to you in due course because God is good. Let us not just tend toward God, let us taste of him. In Purity, as in Honesty, the virtue lies in our striving. And like seeking the truth, giving our all in its constant pursuit, will make us free even though we may never quite catch up to it. Such pursuit is a thrilling and challenging journey. The journey is just as important as the destination, however slow it may seem. As Gorthe says, "In living as in knowing, be intent upon the purest way."

THE ABSOLUTES - - - A SUMMARY
Our consideration of The Absolutes individually leads to a few conclusions. The Twelve Steps represent our philosophy. The Absolutes represent our objectives in self-help, and the means to attain them. Honesty being the ceaseless search for truth, is our most difficult and yet most challenging objective. It is a long road for anyone, but a longer road for us to find the truth. Purity is easy to determine. We know what is right and wrong. Our problem here is the unrelenting desire to do that which is right. Unselfishness is the stream in which our sober  life must flow, the boulevard down which we march triumphantly by the grace of God, ever alert against being sidetracked into a dark, obscure life, not just our deeds for others, for the greatest gift we bestow on others is the example of our own life as a whole. Love is the medium, the blood of the good life, which circulates and keeps alive its worth and beauty. It is not only our circulatory system with in ourselves, but it is our medium of communication to others. The real virtue is in our striving for these Absolutes. It is a never-ending journey, and our joy and happiness must come each step of the way, not at the end because if is Knolls. Cicero said, "If you pursue good with labor, the labor passes and the good remains, But if you court evil through pleasure, the pleasure passes and the evil remains." Our life is a diary in which we want to write one story, and usually write quite another. It is when we compare the two that we have our humblest hour. Men who know themselves have at least ceased to be fools. Remember, If you follow the golden rule, it's always your move too. To Love what is true and right and not to do it is in reality onto to Love it, and we are trying to face reality, remember? The art of living in truth and right is the finest of fine arts, and like any fine art, must be learned slowly and practiced with incessant care. We must approach this objective of The Absolutes humbly. We pray for these things and sometimes forget that these virtues must be earned. The gates of wisdom and truth are closed to those wise in their conceit, but, ever open to the humble and the teachable. To discover what is true and what is good are the two highest aims in life. If we would be humble, we should not stoop, but rather we should stand to our fullest height, close to our higher power that show us what the smallest of our greatness is. Remember our four questions, "is it true or false?", "is it right or wrong?" , "how will this affect the other fellow?" and "is it ugly or beautiful" Answering these queries every day with Absolute integrity, and following the dictates of those answers one day at a time, will surely lead us well on our journey toward absorbing and applying the Absolutes.

Which leads me too....

In my eight years I've Learned most of these, some I'm still working on

Hugs,
Rudy
DOS 8/11/90

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