I meditate in the morning. I am ready to have a day of tranquility, trust, peace, acceptance, patience and confidence that God is with me. Then comes the "self check out" at the store. Fear. No trust. God has abandoned me. I am stupid. The one line with a cashier is full. Go there and I have to camp out for the afternoon. So I go up to the check out machine. I do what anyone in a recovery program does. I admit I cannot do it on my own. I need help with directions. I see a sponsor employee with his employee jacket on. He comes to my aide. First off, I should ignore the computer screen. Good, because I cannot figure out what to do. He shows me how to register each item using bar codes. He does the first item and I do the rest. Then he points to the computer screen and asks me to make choice: no bags or some bags. I choose no bag. He points to the next screen and tells me that I can now pay money. The total is on the screen though I cannot seem to see it until he points it out. Fear of failure and incompetency, and a publicly crushed ego blind me to the obvious. He shows me where to pay my money and where the change will come out. I would never have found those slots either. I pay and get my change. Success. I walk out a new man. I have a new skill. I feel good. Try it...but make sure there is help nearby. This is a good idea for life in general.