a first for me

Hey kids,

Old Bill went up in a single engine plane yesterday and flew around the Coachella Vlley--up to the Mountains at the Trilogy--over to the Mountains at Palm Springs and twice around the Valley itself,
As soon as I learn how to upload the video to my blog, I will send you a look.

look at what we have here

I know that a good many of my friends went through the ABC recovery center and often keep in touch with Alumni by way of face book.

Take a look at what David Likens has added to our facility for educational purposes.

We don't want you to ever have to come back to de-tox..but, you are welcome to come back and visit any time and see new developments that are being added almost weekly.

WORKING WITH OTHERS

I have run into a couple of situations just recently where a friend in recovery has made the comment, "My success rate is not good in getting a man sober."

                                           
Chapter seven of the big book.

If he does not want to stop drinking, don't waste time trying to persuade him. You may spoil a later opportunity.

This is a program for people who want it. There are unfortunately many who need to recover but do not want to. We wish to attract the prospect to our solution rather than waste our time with promotion. Timing our approach to reach the prospect when the desire to stop is likely to be strongest is our best plan. After a binge alcoholics many times regret their actions and truly wish they had the power to stop drinking altogether. This is the best time to approach them with the promises of a real solution. The key is that they must want to quit drinking for good.

Important information

aol news today announces 8 tips on how to avoid Dementia

If, I could only remember them, I would pass them on to my friends

It is done

This afternoon, I attended a ribbon cutting ceremony for the opening of a Spiritual Center at the place that I live.

It is my opinion that if the sentiment displayed today continues --- this center will be a gathering place for healing to those  in need and for those that want to increase their awareness.

It certainly has my blessing   

Namaste

To Honor the Anniversary of my daughter's transition

Excerpt

May 1,1992, which was the last communication Sandi had with the outside world and very likely the last words ever spoken by her to anyone before she succumbed to the chemicals found in her body the next day.

 The threats of violence, the constant barrage of criticism from Gary, not being to able to see her children when promised, her best friend refusing to be responsible for her and the feeling of low self-esteem became too much to bear any longer.  I now believe she hung up the phone after talking to her little sister and said, That's it, no more, I've had it, took enough pills and booze to do the job and fell into a coma, where her employer found her the next afternoon.

 Speaking allegorically, it reminded me of a scene I observed when I was only a boy of seven or eight.  We raised chickens during the depression to provide meat and eggs for the table.  One day while gathering the eggs from the coop, I saw an egg that had been laid that did not have the normal shell covering the embryo.  It only had a membrane.  The other chickens (as they are wont to do) started pecking at what they instinctively knew was a weakness. Chickens will do that if they find a weakness in other chickens.  First they peck at the comb of the weaker chicken....that draws blood.... all the other stronger ones join in.  Of course it is only a matter of time until they kill the weaker victim. The embryo I observed, with only a membrane, instead of a hard shell, had no protection and was soon eliminated from the group.    

In three days she and Gary would have signed the papers finalizing their divorce.

     The rest of the day was the same as any other Monday, i.e., I finished work, had dinner with Fred and some of the men from the meeting I had been attending for over 30 years.  The meeting over, I drove home to my apartment, parked my car in the underground garage, came up to my level to see David’s sister waiting for me.

 Quickly sensing that her manner was not jovial and that this was not some frivolous mission designed to entertain me, I asked, "What's wrong?'  

“Sandi’s dead”

Her words fell on ears that would not believe what they had just heard.

where are we?

My site has been idle due to my moving from the beach o the desert.

Quite a change, Huh?

Home again...

On August the 2nd of 2010 I left the desert to live in Oxnard.
In a very short period of time, I found myself visualizing a return to the desert that I had called home and returning to work at the ABC Recovery Center in Indio, California where I had found happiness, contentment and satisfaction in the work I was doing.
On January the 20th of this year, I did return to the desert and after a few discussions with friends at the Betty Ford Center, I will be living at the ABC Center and directing a program designed by BFC for implementation at ABC.