Recovery Pot of Gold By admin Posted on July 3, 2016 1 min read 1 Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr If it weren’t for OA, I wouldn’t be able to see. I’m not blind, but the fog of compulsive overeating blinded me. By maintaining abstinence and working the Steps, the fog was lifted, and I began to see the world as it is. I began to see color. Recovery gave me the ability to pursue my childhood dream of learning to paint. Recovery allowed me to go to my first art class at age 50. Recovery taught me how to keep coming back, even when I felt like cutting off my ear! Recovery taught me how to listen and be teachable. Recovery taught me patience, a character asset I needed to learn to paint with watercolors. Recovery opened my eyes to all the colors in the world, including the shimmering gold of sunlight that reflects and bounces all around me. I have found the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. It is within and with me thanks to my Higher Power, my art teacher, and OA. — Anonymous