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The power of we

Sometimes the simple things really are the best.  His chair was brilliant.  I was there with him, hanging on his every word.  Our stories are different, as they so often are, but it didn't matter in the least.  I heard exactly what I needed to hear.  And he got to do a bit of service.  He was right of course.  Everyone sat on a chair was, and is a miracle.  And miracles do happen. 

There's nothing mystical about recovery.  But there is lots that doesn't make a lot of sense.  It is a wise suggestion to keep things simple, as it could easily get way too complicated if I tried to think about it.  It's a program of action for good reason, too.  Sitting around, thinking about things, hasn't got many people very far.  And most of us need to get a very long way away from where we were.  So there is work to be done.  And guidance is offered every step of the way.  

But do the steps we should.  It's all there for the taking.  The language may be unfamiliar, but the evidence surrounds us.  From the moment we walk in.  People truly are interested in how we are.  And if we're not as good as we'd like to be, they'll help us get there.  Because, when you take the 'I' out of illness, and replace it with 'we' and you've got wellness.  Simples.    

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