An unpleasant turn of events at work. A sick person doing what sick people do. I can see it for what it is. I feel like I can literally see the mechanism of their sickness driving them to make spectacularly poor choices, and work to damage their relationship with the one person (me) who's really been in their corner.
Though I hear the Siren song of drama calling to me, enticing me to respond in kind; or better (worse) use kindness in a cruel and destructive fashion to retaliate (and if you don't know how that's done you're a good person, and if you do... I'm glad you go to meetings), I find that the call is distant, and I am not terribly tempted. A blessing and a Hand intervening in that, I imagine.
Instead after work I spent time with a sponsee, and when they asked how I was doing I told them -- no one is helped when a sponsor pretends to be anything other than an alcoholic with their own struggles.
I came home and, thinking about the day, and replaying the conversation with the sponsee, remembered this piece below. It's been about a year since it has appeared here on Mr. SP. Attributed to Mother Theresa, there is some question as to its actual origin. I don't care who wrote it. Rereading it was just what I needed:
People are often unreasonable, irrational and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.
Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today will often be forgotten.
Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.
Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them anyway.