So I went to a meeting last night like I always do. It was great. We didn't have a speaker and were kind of at a loss. A friend of mine pulled up last minute so I asked him. He obliged. My friend is a Native American which I just happen to be as well. I never heard his story and I found myself relating to him very  well. It worked out great. It was one of those rare days in early recovery where everything works out perfectly, full of good things. Anyways, the meeting ended and I was outside hanging with my fellows discussing and doing the fellowship thing. Bear in mind that I am Native American as well and I very much look the part. Some creep strolled up, first time I've ever seen this person, and says "How" to me and puts his hand up. You know, in the ignorant racist way from back in the 50's? I was waiting for the whooping and tomohawk chop to start. I and my friends looked at him and I smiled and told him he was a funny guy.We all walked away of course and brought our conversation to our previous intelligent place. I was thinking on this later. I did notice that dude left quietly and didnt make any new friends. It wasn't that long ago that I would have knocked this guy out and made him beg me to stop hitting him. My old behavior would have put me in jail not to mention the hurt I would have caused someone. Yet here I was and I didn't even think twice about it. I take this as a gift from my HP as a lesson in patience and tolerance. These things happen. There is always a messenger as long as my mind is open and my eyes remain clear.The promises do come true and I can change. I was so grateful last night.