Clint Campagna

Richardson High School

Class of 1976

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Clint Campagna - Class of 1976 - Richardson High School

First Name	Clint
Last Name	Campagna
Graduation Year	Class of 1976
Gender	Male
City	N/A
State/Province	WA
Country	United States
Occupation	Security Officer, Firearms Instructor
Married	Yes
Favorite School Memory	Mrs. Bentley's class. She was my favorite teacher overall.
About Me	I feel that I may owe amends (as part of my 9th Step) to a few of you whom I may have injured in the past and so I post an excerpt from my book "When I Am Weak, Then I Am Strong" (ISBN #0-595-22863-1) which is written from my heart and may help explain why I was SO unsocial: I remember when I was in the third grade. I came home one day to find that my older brother, John, had a two-inch gash in the back of his head. It was about one-quarter-inch deep. My mother, who had wielded a croquet mallet, Lizzy Borden fashion, had put it there. I was not surprised, except in the viciousness of this particular incident... I grew into a teenager who hated and feared women and, though I wasn't consciously aware of that, it still had a deeply adverse affect on my social and emotional development. For instance, when I was in my early teens and young girls from the neighborhood would hang around nearby and giggle loudly (as young girls do when trying to get a young man to notice them) I would be convinced that they were laughing AT ME and just being mean in order to entertain themselves. I had no understanding or guidance; no one that I could talk to. It never occurred to me that these girls might think that I was cute or want to meet me. I just didn't think in those terms. I didn't feel at all worthy or eligible to relate to them. I thought of myself as ugly, stupid, and sick because of the social and emotional problems that I had and because my spirituality was dead. My self-esteem was practically non-existent. There was indeed "something wrong with that kid" as an observer might have noted. Today I am an alcoholic (please see below), in recovery, who has been clean and sober since June 7, 1995. One could say that my life didn't actually START until I was 37 yrs old. I work in the security industry (a natural choice for someone like myself) and I am happily married. My wife, Konnie, is an RN who works with newborns and their moms and is a fellow Christian in recovery. We met at church, where she was teaching a "Boundaries" class, when I was 41 and married when I was 43. Neither of us has any children or in-state family but we have an "adopted family" of close friends and their children to whom we are "Uncle Clint & Aunt Konnie." I am a good husband, Christian, and sponsor to newcomers to recovery. I also do my best to be extra caring and compassionate to women in my life as part of what my own sponsor calls "a living amends." What Is Alcoholism? I have often tried to find adequate words to express what being an alcoholic is, or is like, to non-alcoholic friends, family, and acquaintances. Most of these people believe that being an alcoholic means that you drink too much and/or too often; but that is merely a behavioral symptom and in no way defines the condition itself. The condition exists and negatively affects the life of an alcoholic whether that person ever drinks or not. This is true because the real problem is quite apart from alcohol. Consequently, unless the affected person drinks at some point in life, the condition may go undiagnosed. In my experience, that person will surely be aware that he/she is somehow "different" from others but may never know why. They will spend much of their lives asking themselves, "What is wrong with me? Why do I have so much trouble relating and really connecting to others?" One might say that an alcoholic is spiritually and emotionally retarded, which is quite different from being intellectually retarded. The result is that it is often simply impossible for the alcoholic to respond appropriately to a particular, given situation or event. It is equally impossible for the affected person to predict or to prepare for such an event. As one of my favorite A.A. convention speakers says, when telling a story about an unfortunate event from his past life, "That wasn't right, but it was the best that I could do." He sincerely means just that. Simply put, the alcoholic is, at times, plagued by a persistent inability to respond well to life and, though he may well be fully aware of this, he cannot alter or change the fact. This has lead many an (untreated) alcoholic to such depths of self-condemnation as to consider suicide. On the other hand, when an alcoholic has the first drink, even if that person is very young at the time, the effect that alcohol produces seems to be the answer to all the above. Many have described feeling that they have discovered a kind of "magic elixir" that seems to make everything work and fit in his/her life. It quiets the subtle yet endless and desperate longing many alcoholics report having felt as far back as memory goes, even as very small children. In short, alcohol works...at first. That is the trap! I pray this will help anyone to whom it may apply. Plea...(read more)