The Phone Number In the Big Book
I think it’s funny when in the thrift store I see
An Alcoholics Anonymous handbook donated to charity
With the former owner’s full name on the front, page sides, and spine
And even a return address label on the front page inside,
So much for anonymity!
I smile and think, “How cute!”
But I guess if you were in a room where everyone has the same book as you do
You have to label yours clearly to avoid it getting confused
With those of others who have highlighted different passages than you.
So as I take donations at the thrift store door I think, “Here’s another one!”
And if this one has an address label, too, I may just for kicks and giggles send the former owner a postcard saying, “Thank you for the donation . . .
How are you? Still on the wagon?”
So I peer inside
Let’s see . . .
Hey wait – that name - and phone number- is mine!!
After thinking on it, it’s possible that I donated it a couple years ago
And someone bought it, even with my name on it, then they, too, let it go.
For better or worse those memories we throw out always resurface
Hopefully in time to help us realize we are all far from perfect.
Copyright © Amy Sell | Year Posted 2018
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