Servant, not Master

Last week, I was asked to post something and all I could come up with was a poem (Behind the Counter) that appears below. Today, reading an entry in the little recovery booklet, As Bill Sees It, I became inspired to add another thought. On page 259, titled "Servant, Not Master," the reading emphasizes spiritual matters over material goods, an issue that this alcoholic struggles with in life. What Bill Wilson writes, follows: "One of A.A.'s Loners is an Australian sheepman who lives two thousand miles from the nearest town, where yearly he sells his wool. In order to be paid the best prices he has to get to town during a certain month. But when he heard that a big regional A.A. meeting was to be held at a later date when wool prices would have fallen, he gladly took a heavy financial loss in order to make his journey then. That's how much an A.A. meeting means to him." I liked that. For the sheepman, the selling of his wool was the servant, not master, in his life. How can we learn from that A.A. loner? Follow in his footsteps and serve, rather than be served. That is something for me to think about, in my own desire to stay sober.