We met earlier this year when I was going through a tough time

One day, I called and asked to meet with him

I went over to his house and asked him how to believe in god

He asked me, how many days out of the week have you had good days?

I said 2 out of 7

He asked me what I did those days

I said one of the days I met with a sponsee, and the other day I brought a meeting into a prison

He asked me if I knew what I needed to do

I said, be of service more?

He said yup. Go do that

And I sat there, and there was total silence

and I looked at him, and he at me, and no one said anything…

Mind you, I’d driven all the way across town to meet with him and I’d only been there 10 minutes

and I was like, well, what about how to believe in god?

And he said, why are you still sitting here?

He hadn’t moved.

I glanced down at my feet, fumbled for my stuff, and left.

And it was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.

Cause he didn’t give a shit about my feelings, or what I thought

And there was nothing to “know”

Only something to do