Even the newest of newcomers finds undreamed rewards as he tries to help his brother alcoholic, the one who is even blinder than he. This is indeed the kind of giving that actually demands nothing. He does not expect his brother sufferer to pay him, or even to love him. And then he discovers that by the divine paradox of this kind of giving he has found his own reward, whether his brother has yet received anything or not. His own character may still be gravely defective, but he somehow knows God has enabled him to make a mighty beginning, and he senses that he stands at the edge of new mysteries, joys and experiences of which he had never even dreamed.
I don’t have much to say about this paragraph. I know that when I try to help someone new, I increase my understanding and learning as I look things up or parse them out or try to describe what has transpired in my life. At worst, the person gets worse, and that also fills me with gratitude and humility for my own miraculous recovery from something so very difficult to recover from. I often wish that I could explain myself better, or help people who are struggling understand more what I went through, so that they too could recover.