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Messy Onions

A few weeks ago I sliced my finger while slicing an onion. I have become quite used to accidents such as these, and hardly missed a beat as I noted the depth of the slice, wrapped the finger in a paper towel, extracted a bandaid from my pocket (I always carry them, you see), applied said sticking plaster and continued prepping dinner.

The slice was deep, by the way, a 3/8 inch affair which ended at my fingernail. Fortunately there was no infection, and though it took a while, it has now finally healed.

At an AA meeting I attend I heard someone talk about how the removal of character defects was like the peeling of an onion. (My ears perked up!) The unconditional acceptance, that good grace, one finds in an AA meeting is the safe place for the harmful onion layers of our personalities to be peeled away, or sliced up, one by one.

This is not a new analogy, but it struck me in a fresh way as the next person commented that he reckoned we were dealing with messy onions. A nice Bermuda onion slices/peels in crisp neat layers, just right for the top of a grilled hamburger. We are more like aging Vidalia onions, sweet, but with layers separated by a slithery membrane. They are a bit more messy when it comes to slicing and peeling.

Aha! The onion which I was slicing, and which was a passive witness to the unintentioned slicing of my finger, was a sweet onion (not from Vidalia, but the same family). The feel one gets from slicing such an onion is quite similar to the feel of slicing one's finger. Enough said.

So, dealing with character defects is akin to slicing a sweet onion; the risk of collateral damage is high. A well-ripened layer slithers, slips, and the knife slices where it was not meant to.

Sliced fingers are quite inconvenient. So are character defects. Dealing with them is a messy business. Still, if dinner would be served, if life be lived, one must press on, bandaids and all.

Unconditional acceptance, aka GRACE, is the best environment for healing (not to mention keeping your hands dry). Perhaps I should (carefully) slice an onion, sweet or otherwise, every day just to remind myself of this. On a well grilled hamburger, and in life, it makes all the difference.

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