Truth...

Deliver me...

from the cowardice of avoiding new truths,

from the laziness of accepting half truths,

from the arrogance of believing I have all truth.

I've searched high and low and cannot find the source for this prayer/aphorism. I'd like to think that it belongs to someone like a great philosopher (Lao Tzu), politician (Gandhi), poet (Eliot) or religious man (St. Francis). But, I haven't got a clue. Regardless, this has been posted in front of my work space at my home and office for many years. It is something I look at continuously and try to practice in my life.

If I dissect this prayer I learn how I might best function in the world. First, I see that I must have the courage to face new truths that arise in my life. One of these in my life right now is the truth that not everyone will see the value of my dissertation research study and clamor aboard as a participant. Not even all the sources for participants I have will see the value in it and help me obtain participants. It is a truth I must not avoid that most people are indifferent to research projects like mine. Second, I see that I must not be lazy when it comes to the truth and accept just anything that someone tells me as being authentic, genuine and real. I've been burned far too many times by false promises in the workplace and even in some personal relationships. I must be vigilant to see falsehood for what it really is. And, third, I see that I must not assume I have all the answers. This is particularly difficult for me right now as I feel I have been arrogant about certain things - my profession, my knowledge base about psychological information, and my knowing what the right thing to do is.

This is all especially true today after learning that a 21 year old former patient of mine died of alcohol poisoning last week. He was a big, brawny and loud young man. He came to my treatment center because of an intervention by his family and stayed for four months of treatment despite threatening to leave every day. He was hurting badly, and in a few private moments when he broke down and cried he would talk about being lonely and sad and feeling lost. But, he hung on to the idea that alcohol was his friend and that when he turned 21 (which he would a few days after his discharge) he was going to get good and drunk and celebrate his emancipation. He did. But, it wasn't but a few months later that his friend, alcohol, bit him in the ass and killed him. As obnoxious as he could be some days, this young man did not deserve to die so early, and many of us will miss him.

The new truth that I seem to learn every day is that I - and every other counselor treating alcohol and drug addiction - is totally powerless over the disease that afflicts the people we treat. There is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do to prevent the inevitable and, the ugly truth is, I often know what that inevitable outcome will be like for many of the patients I have. Sure, there are seemingly hopeless cases who recover, but that is looking more and more like a half truth to me. Many do recover but it is only when they come to grips with some spiritual need within them that they do decide to stop using drugs and get well. Sadly, the truth is that we sometimes know deeply within that some people are not finished with their drinking and drugging careers and they will soon die.

The arrogance I have to fight against is this seeming certainty that I know who will and who will not recover. It's a character defect of mine, but I am not alone. It is a constant battle for the alcohol and drug counselor to remain open to the possibility of change and that some people who look hopeless now might actually be able to overcome relapse pressures and survive the disease. I ask to be delivered from that arrogance every day.

All the best, Roger W.