Through the Red Door Blog

So said my very good friend Howard at his annual Labor Day party, who noticed I wasn’t enjoying his special party wine. My immediate response raised the question, “Well Howard how bad does it have to be … do I need to experience 3 (not 2) DUI court appearances, or divorce at least one wife, before I do something about it?”

Howard was just speaking from the vestiges of STIGMA, the widespread view that alcoholics lived in cardboard boxes on the street rain or shine and begged for enough coins to buy a “six-pak” of the cheapest beer available. But back then, “treatment” could mean shunning, isolation, maybe confinement.

“Stigma” haunted the practicing alcoholic. It was a barrier to entering treatment of any kind. It was associated with those old hospitals for the inebriates. Even those who had achieved sobriety faced an eye of doubt and suspicion. But addicts started to emerge from all manner of socio-economic groups as our society recognized a more responsible understanding that our malady was a disease, it was treatable, sobriety could be achieved, and best of all, retained and a sense of spirituality developed.    

Occasionally, a friend will ask me at social gatherings, “Say, Jim, I have a cousin who drinks a lot. What can her family do?” So, I join the many who carry AA’s message of hope.

Stigma can be a two-way problem. Often the addict is a broken person, he knows the bottom has been reached, and that the alcoholic way of life has cursed him. He’s let his family down, lost his self-respect and perhaps the material things of life.  He may realize that just as his early social drinking took time and effort to progress to an uncontrollable addiction, so will it take time and effort and many changes in his way of living to reverse that lifestyle and return to a life of sobriety and a life of serenity.

He comes to know he must work the Steps, attend meetings, work with others, study the Big Book for just as alcohol was his life’s driving force, so the whole program of fellowship and community becomes his life’s driving force.

What provides the encouragement to continue growth in the Program? I believe it’s the Grace of our Higher Power -- the grace to provide a way again and again and again to each of us despite our missteps. Our Higher Power is always there -- we can reach for it countless times until we finally “get it.”

The recovering alcoholic is blessed by His Grace. Do I feel “stigmatized? Absolutely not! A problem which almost brought an end to so much is gone but His Grace was there for me to accept.

I saw a problem, accepted the Program and its teachings, and licked my addiction.

Stigma? No way.

Jim A. Traditions, Lebanon, OH

In his book SUN DANCING, Geoffrey Moorhouse creates a story of monasticism in Ireland. He begins with a few monks who land on the desolated rock island known as Skellig Michael, climbed to the top of it. and created a way of life on this remote, Atlantic beaten rock off the west coast of Ireland.

One of the monks asks: “But how shall I know that I am advancing nearer to Him, that I am becoming purified?” The other replied, “You won’t, especially if you think of prayer  and meditation in that way. You must simply open yourself to God’s grace, by excluding everything that might come between you and Him. Open yourself and be still. Nothing in this life is more important that the stillness of it…Open yourself, be still and breathe the prayer. Trust that the Lord will then raise you up.”

In my first years in the fellowship, I thought I was near perfection [Sober]. After all, I had “done” all the steps. I went on “Twelve-step calls.” I read the Big Book, the Twelve by Twelve, The Little Red Book, I went to two and sometimes three meetings daily. I was invited to tell my story. Oh, I was so good that a few folks wanted me to go on the ”Speaker Circuit.” Thank God my sponsors in their blunt and loving manner told me, “NO, you’ve got too big an ego, it will kill you.” For once in my life, I actually listened to someone and did as was suggested to me.

What I was confusing was Living the Program with Working the Steps. I was busy doing all the externals for all the wrong reasons. I was doing everything so that others would notice me and see how good I am and how dedicated I am. I was doing all these things because I did not see myself, I had no idea as to who I was other than that I was lost and a looser and so I had to do all this external stuff so I could look good. I came very very close to relapse – that’s another story.

“You must simply open yourself to God’s grace, by excluding everything that might come between you and Him.” The God I taught and talked about was not the God in whom I believed. The latter was an angry, vindictive God just like me. I knew there was a loving God, patient and kind, but She was not my God. I had to let go of this image, I had to “exclude everything that might come between me and Him [Her].”  That meant going back to Step One, coming to grips with honesty, willingness, and open-mindedness. This risk brought me to a Force, a Power Greater than myself that could restore me to sanity. By implication, I had to admit that my attitudes, thinking, and behavior were insane. They were – when I finally took a good honest look at them.

“Open yourself.” Never in my life had I opened myself to anyone and perhaps not even mySelf. Opening mySelf to another was asking to get hurt; asking me to take a good look at mySelf was not something I ever wanted to do. Learning to trust in a Power Greater than mySelf who could restore me to sanity came as I actually listened to others at meetings and saw mySelf in them. Becoming human was the door to steps four and five which, at first, I had hoped to skip. As I returned to sanity, I realized that each and every step is a hinge to the next one. There is no cherry picking in the steps and when they are “done” then the next step was to make them come alive within me and in my life. This was the return to sanity.

Be still. I had taken courses on meditation. I knew how to meditate. Problem was that I had no idea how to be still while meditating. My mind raced from one topic to another, from one location to another, from one idea to another.  “Be still and breathe the prayer.” 

Breathe the Prayer [and] trust the Lord will raise me up. S/He did. I became alive. I came back from the dead. I was lifted up from my powerlessness to be given the Power I needed to live and share my experience, strength and hope. Progress is sufficient as it keeps me humble and reminds me there is always something for me to learn or relearn. Perfection can wait till my next life.

Séamus D. is a semi-retired Episcopal priest in New Orleans.

You may not find a patient practicing alcoholic, but if you are looking for people attempting to learn how to be patient, attend an AA meeting and listen especially to the newcomers seeking ways to live a patient life.

The lack of patience is another hidden harm for it often brings the alcoholic to raw anger, depression, a “poor me” syndrome, anxiety, a feeling of helplessness.

All this is caused by our ego: “I am the master of my universe.” If we are recovering, a key sign of difficulty is an expanding ego: “I have this booze thing under control.” We take our tools for sobriety for granted and suddenly we wonder why a slip grabs us. AA meetings are “reminder meetings” -- easy does it, let go and let God, turn it over. The Steps ask us to ask our Higher Power for His assistance as we travel this path.

Often hidden behind a cloud, impatience creeps up on all of us but especially newcomers: “Yes, I tried, but the Program just didn’t help, 32 in 90”, and newbie then cries out, “I don’t have the patience to work all those steps and attend all the meetings. I just couldn’t get it.” It took time to become a real alcoholic. We sometimes forget that becoming an alcoholic and finding its supportive and necessary habits usually takes time. To rid ourselves of those alcoholic habits takes time.

But often we seem to want it all and we want it now. Perhaps some of us aren’t working the Program as hard as we should. We don’t discard those hard-earned habits overnight. Our ego is always looking for a spot of weakness to jump into and start beating tom-toms to the sounds of “You don’t need this Program. You can do it yourself. Don’t waste your time. Get out of all those meetings and the accompanying stuff.”

Some would look at impatience as a way to blow-off steam -- maybe a way to draw attention to yourself and your combative personality: “I’m in a hurry, and important!” and we mumble, “Get this line moving, what’s the problem?” Of course, we firmly believe our often-boorish words themselves speed things along, remedy the congestion. A lack of patience is the prelude to the loss of control over oneself. And impatience stands in the way of securing that 60 seconds before we reply in an unreasonable manner.

Patience also seems to me to relate to the importance of control, an issue I carry around. When it reaches …

“… Wait! Stop! Excuse the interruption. I must end this. So sorry, but I have to take care of my 5-year-old grandson who we are babysitting who’s right now standing by my side and poking me as I write this, he’s crying and yelling at me that I promised ice cream! “Let’s go”, he says, pulling my shirt sleeve trying to get me to deliver on my promise …”

Better end this: but boy, he’d better learn some patience -- and where the heck did he get that impatience.

JRA, Traditions, Lebanon

The gospel reading in this week’s lectionary (Luke 14:25-33) is entitled “The Cost of Discipleship” in the Revised Standard Version of the Bible. This prompted me to view the passage in the context of the cost of sobriety and, through that lens, all that from which we are to abstain. One thing I try to do with my clients experiencing addiction, is ask them to reframe their view of sobriety as what they receive as a result of their sobriety and not what they lose. If that’s the case, is it a cost or a reward we are talking about? Because how did chasing the dragon work out for you? Was there a reward or jail, institution or death? We are told in the rooms we can’t give away what we don’t have. And our faith tells us there is strength in weakness, the last becomes first, the meek inherit the earth--all the upside down stuff that makes sobriety and discipleship so appealing in the end.  

Indulge me as I look at the passage from the gospel of Luke. If we can’t despise our binging which we think we love (mother, wife, children), we can’t remain sober (a disciple). And if we can’t make our recovery a priority (bear our own cross), we can’t remain sober. And if we can’t make a plan (sit down and count the cost of the tower we are building), we plan to fail and we can’t remain sober. Because we have all learned a failure to plan is a plan to fail.

But if we sit down like a king in a meeting and take counsel from our sponsor or therapist, we can find peace. When we renounce our use, we remain sober. Which reminds me of our baptismal covenant: Do you renounce all sinful desires that draw you from the love of God? And we answer, I renounce them. If only it was that simple, right?

Then there’s this week’s psalm and the promise of being grounded and delighted. Indulge me again. In the words of Psalm 1, I couldn’t help but see a healthy meeting or support group seated in folding chairs by a stream of water. A light breeze is blowing and there are fertile fruit trees all around. When we change our people, places, things (counsel of the wicked), we can delight in the law of the Lord and we take life on life’s terms. Our baptismal covenant also asks us, Will you continue in the apostles' teaching and fellowship, in the breaking of the bread, and in the prayers? And we say, We will, with God’s help. Because we also made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him. As a result we can enjoy bad coffee in a church basement on a Tuesday night and feel better and freer than we ever have. 

So are we talking about the cost of discipleship or the cost of addiction or the cost of sobriety? Are we giving something up or getting something in return? No matter how we frame or reframe it, we can be sober disciples who are drawn toward the love of God. We flourish and prosper. We don’t wither and we don’t perish. And that all seems to be worth the cost.

Deborah M., MA, LPC

Lancaster, PA

Since July, my wife and I have been residents of a full-blown medical assisted living facility. Like similar operations, various programs and events are published monthly by management and include such regulars as bingo, Bible study, assembling 2000-piece jigsaw puzzles and socializers featuring of course a selection of fine alcohol as the top attraction. For August’s calendar, I noted the above simultaneous sessions of AA and booze. But which to attend? Maybe I could attend both and pick the one with the brightest picture of life. I thought it would be interesting for those in the Pub Group to occasionally listen to conversations of the Friends of Bill, then the following week, vice-versa.

Isn’t there is a synergism between the Pub and Friends? Could one really exist without the other? Some of us have done that very thing. We spent a lot of time in the pub but ultimately found friends of Bill’s. Does life tell me the two are co-dependent?

In “Three Hots and a Cot”*, I wrote about the threats of recidivism by recovering alcoholics, this “going back out” in spite of earnest time working the Program. The reality is that our ego, dressed as Demon Rum, is always trying to pull us back. My first reaction was perhaps the assisted living facility might be facilitating this fallback activity. But no, I think, perhaps, I am not certain about this, but maybe the facility is just using this simulcast of Chapel or Pub as a reminder that this Chapel or Pub choice is before us every day that we’re alcoholics, for in a sense, we must recover each day, a commitment to work the Program in some way each day.

Maybe some say, “Do I ever drop this burden of our addiction?” No, but we receive merely by asking for the armor of our Higher Power to provide the grace of Bill’s and Dr. Bob’s discovery of a way to blunt our ego, despite this co-existence.

Remember, as humans we are bound to our egos. That force is always there -- always telling us we don’t have an alcohol problem, that we have licked it so we can take it easy. All to haul us back to those “good old” days of three hots and a cot.

Bill stood in that foyer of the hotel in Akron and heard the happy crowd down the hall finding companionship and release. He had a choice and found his Higher Power with its always-present Grace, the beauty of the Program.  

So, for me, which is it - Chapel or Pub? A happy crowd? No thanks, been there done that. I’ll take the honesty of the high road of the Chapel and treat “recidivism” for me merely as another fancy 50 fifty cent word, my ego once again run amuck.

Jim A, Traditions, Lebanon, OH

* See meditation, “Three Hots and a Cot,” Red Door, August 17, supra.

Usually, we read about “recidivism” in connection with a frequent repetition of criminal conduct. We probably ask ourselves, “Don’t they learn …if they steal, they will go to jail. What don’t they understand! Do they really prefer jail with its “three hots and a cot?”

Isn’t this just like a recovering alcoholic. “falling off that sobriety wagon ridden for months, maybe years?” Or a newbie working the program for a couple days or months but “going back out?” Those harmed say, “Can’t that alcoholic learn? He’s back at his normal intoxicated self. Does he remember when he drinks, he drinks too much? Does the alcoholic really prefer the sadness and harm to himself and others once again caused by his inebriation?”

Early on, I was working the Program. But, in hindsight, I was only “going through the motions.” So, surprise, surprise, I went back out. When I did, I carried with me the knowledge that I was an alcoholic and that sooner or later I would have to return to surrender once again.

Sometimes, when we have “gone out again” we seem to act as if there will be a sense of relief ahead when we surrender once again. Do we look forward to once again giving up -- a truly strange reality? Then why did we go back out? Is it like hitting your thumb with a hammer because it feels so good when you stop the hitting? We’ve probably surrendered before, but it didn’t take. Why this time? I believe that the final emergence of joy at the point of surrender reflects the triumph of reality over ego. If I drink, I will get drunk, period. No ambiguity or guesswork … drunk, period.

But my ego is always with me. It hides maybe for a bit, but it always sneaks back. And the beauty of the Program is it provides a defensive mechanism when we remember to keep coming back, for it works if I work it. Surrender isn’t a one shot-pony, it’s a process. It’s a life-long struggle, easy sometimes, hard others. We attend meetings to strengthen that defensive wall. Meetings give us tools to fight off that resurgent ego.

But, yes, recidivism … it will always be a threat to the sobriety of recovering alcoholics. We can never relax. We must work the Steps of the Program ‘til the end.

Jim A, Traditions, Lebanon

In the letter of James, we read: “Come near to God and He will come near to you.” (James 4:8).

In the early days of the Fellowship, the reading for the meetings, before the Big Book was composed, the groups used the Letter of James and, at one time, Bill W wanted the group called, “The James Boys,” until it was clarified there already was a notorious group by the same name.

Bill came from an atheistic background and, with the help of Ebby, discovered he could believe in a God “as I understand him.” I don’t believe Bill ever explained how he understood God.

As Bill continued to grow spiritually it makes sense why he turned to the Letter of James. Somewhere in my life I came across the following statement: “[James] is a book written for readers whose faith in God is threatened by a daily struggle with hardship. This ‘testing of faith’ is provoked by a variety of external and historical circumstances or ‘trials.’ Yet more importantly, every test occasions a theological crisis, when the believer is more easily deceived or confused about who God is and how God acts.”        

James understood the difficulties of life and especially the difficulties experienced when we begin to question the existence of, or the nature of God. James’ letter is practical; it deals with the reality of the difficulties of life and the need of perseverance. For James, the person who perseveres at the time of testing is the one who does not let themselves be overcome by negative desires and chooses life. This could be a reference to the Book of Deuteronomy where God said “Today I set before you, life and death, blessings and curses, Choose Life so that you and your descendants may live.” For James this meant making good choices to live rather than be spiritually dead.

Then, as now, there are those in life who are wealthy and those who struggle to makes ends meet. This is true not only society in ancient times, but also at the time of the creation of the fellowship and it continues to this day. For James, the humble rich are those who, regardless of their socioeconomic status, believes their gifts and talents are gifts from God. Those who acknowledge that all they have comes from God and nothing they have could buy the happiness they have or want. Another similarity between the wealthy and the poor is that – no matter how much they have – it will pass away. Put it another way; financial resources or the lack of them are irrelevant to one’s standing with God or Higher Power. One of my joys in the fellowship is the folks I have come to know on a first name basis, and I know nothing about what they do away from the fellowship.

Another human issue is that of favoritism. For James, favoritism is breaking the law “Love your neighbor as yourself.” As James puts it: “If you show favoritism, you sin and are convicted by the law as lawbreakers. For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.” And then

 as now, favoring those who seemed to be more intelligent or wealthy is destructive to a healthy community. All members of the community/fellowship should be welcomed equally, without regard for their socioeconomic status or religious, or lack of it, background.

“Seamus, take the cotton out of your ears and put it in your mouth. You have two ears to listen twice as much as you talk.” I’ve wondered if the individual who said that to me was aware he was, in a sense, quoting James who said: “Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger.” I was too quick to talk, slow to listen, and became angry when confronted about one or other character defect often related to not listening. James also cautioned that although the tongue is a small part of the human body, it is the part that steers the course of the whole of one’s life. But life has not changed; People continue to lie, break promises, spread gossip, break confidences. Sometimes we use words for self-promotion by belittling others. For James, what a person says is an expression of who that person is.

Also, for James, God is the source of all wisdom. Perhaps it is this awareness that rounds off the Steps where we “pray only of knowledge of your will and the power to carry it out.”

The Big Book is still my “go to book” but I also keep in mind that that which formed much of what Bill W wrote and said came from a letter written some two-thousand years ago and it is still valid to this day.

Séamus D. is a semi-retired Episcopal priest in New Orleans.

The Program as a Tool for Life. I sell myself short if I look only at the Program for its process of dealing with our addiction. It’s a marvelous set of ideas to get us through some days not directly involving our addiction that aren’t exactly what we wished. I can see myself sometimes slipping into a case of the “Poor-Me’s.” Life’s bumps seem to get the better of me. Downcast, angry, all the bad stuff we know and are ashamed we might once again slip back to the old ways. I need to grab myself and start a gratitude list —what a lucky soul am I, I have a way out of my dilemma through access to my Higher Power.

Friendships. Sure, we have old time friends from childhood, school, and work and merely traveling through 84 years of life. These folks may know us better than ourselves. Sometimes we acted with these acquaintances as they wished us to act, or at least as I thought they wished me to act. But often I hid—hid behind a false personality of the “happy go-lucky guy,” when on the inside I was empty, living without a spiritual base as one example. But the Program saved me. My Higher Power’s Grace reached across that gap with the help of all those new people I met at all those evening gatherings in church basements.

E-ze Duz it and Over-Reaction. A habit I dislike and wrestle with all the time. Something unexpected happens and disrupts what I see and the normal course of things. It’s the next 60 seconds when I over-react and it upsets me and those working with me. It disrupts my mental processes of how to solve the unexpected happening and it’s that weak impression I leave with spouse and children. It’s juvenile. It sends a message that I really am a 13-year-old dressed in clothing of an 84-year-old. It delays any thinking or action dealing with the problem. It may even destroy the ability or patience of others who give me a look of “I don’t need this nonsense” and walk away letting me stew in my own juices. Oh, for those first few minutes of quiet, maybe time enough for a humorous quick, “Well now. Whata’ we goina’ do?” Often, we know what went wrong and recall having fixed the same problem yesterday. It’s usually not the end of the world. Oh, for that 60 seconds. It may relate to our ever-present ego, “How dare that package break.” A loud “3XX0*&^ss2” often follows. “And that Thanksgiving jam spilled all over me!” That 60 seconds clouds everything, slows finding a solution quickly, and forces us to shamedly try to rehabilitate ourselves. People say, “Forget it,” etc. But we know the truth. As we couldn’t control our drinking, so we can’t, apparently, control personal habits like this 60 second issue. I must return to my Higher Power to find salvation.

Gratitude. In some ways, Gratitude is the glue that holds us all together at times of stress and self-pity. It draws us away for ourselves and pushes us to think of others—those in trouble with the law, a raving disease with no likelihood of a cure, a loss of a child. There is so much pain and suffering around us. How can we ignore it? So, we might make a list during a time of stress for us. But, isn’t the question, “What does this list ask of me?” Sure, a contribution helps. Maybe that gift would be better served by giving it to the person suffering and at risk. Offer to visit those confined to bed. Maybe check for possible errands you might run for the family. There are so many ways to respond to your gratitude list. And keep at it for sometimes the person suffering resists assistance … keep at it … maybe just show up someday (“I was in the neighborhood; thought I’d drop in for a second”).

In summary, all of this reminds me of the importance of “getting outside myself,” of thinking of others and being grateful for a Program that gives us a way to work through the ups and downs of life without escaping to drink to blank it from our minds. Instead, it gives us a way to take advantage of life’s bumps and carry a message of hope, kindness and the message of the Grace of our Higher Power who is always with all of us … always.

Jim A, 4:00, Wednesday, Lebanon OH

In the New Testament story of Martha and Mary, Martha tells Jesus to tell Mary to get up and help her. Jesus tells Martha: “You are too distracted, only one thing is important, and Mary has chosen the better part.”

When I came into the fellowship of A.A. I was distracted. I didn’t want to be there as I didn’t believe I was an alcoholic – even after I completed thirty-five days in a thirty-day program. But that wasn’t what distracted me. It was my Ego. I had this belief that I would be a big help to “these people” as I was a counselor and had a background in theological studies.

I was distracted. I was taken to the State Psych Hospital to tell my story. I was invited to a variety of meetings to tell my story. I was invited to be on the “speaker circuit” [fortunately, for me, two mentors made it clear to me I was not going to do that and, for once, I listened to someone.]

I was distracted. I was reading anything and everything I could get my hands on about the history of Alcoholics Anonymous, about the “not-god” spirituality of the fellowship. I believed that the more I understood the better person I would be. I memorized “How it works,” and “the Promises.” and, when someone quoted a line from page … I highlighted that line and memorized it for the next meeting.

I was distracted. I was busy doing everything that would draw attention to me even as I built a wall between me and all others. And yet, I knew there was something missing. I was not as happy as the old-timers and, at some level, I wanted what they had.

I was distracted. I was a single parent and I wanted a relationship. What I really wanted was a mother for my child instead of a life-partner. I wanted everything yesterday. I kept busy so that I did not have to think about anything in a serious manner.

I was distracted. I had to work the steps so I could get them finished before I completed the “Aftercare” program to which I was assigned. I was so busy “working” the program I was not living it. Truth be told, I had no idea what ‘living’ really meant drunk or sober.

I was distracted. I was busy trying to distract others from seeing me as I really was and I had no idea who I was. I was scared, lonely, and alone and dry as a the Mojave Desert.

“…only one thing is important, and Mary has chosen the better part.” “It makes no difference what you are doing if you’re not sober.” I heard that. I had no idea what it meant until I was blessed with a spiritual awakening which resulted in my conscious awareness that I’m an alcoholic, an addict, and sobriety is possible.

I began the steps again. First, admitting I was powerless helped me to have a more honest look at my drinking, drug use, and the negative consequences. Then I had to understand God differently from the vengeful God that haunted the recesses of my mind and kept me in guilt and shame.

Sobriety taught me to accept myself as a good person who had made mistakes just like other human beings. Sobriety taught me that I could become free of my guilt and shame as I faced my past, confronted it, made amends, began to live a clean and sober life. Sobriety taught me go to meetings to meet people, to listen twice as much as I talk, to find ways of being service to others, to the group, and be the hand of AA when it was needed.

Sobriety cleared my mind. Being sober - as opposed to being dry - I no longer had to have things my way, I could share my thoughts and feelings without any expectation of what I shared being utilized.

I no longer had to go to meetings. Going to meetings did not keep me sober. Living the program kept me sober. I go to meetings to listen, to learn, to share. “Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps we carried this message to alcoholics and to practice these principles in all our affairs.” Only one thing matters, and, for me, that is sobriety and then living the program. Thank God for Bill, Bob, Sam Shoemaker, and the early old timers.

Séamus D.
Séamus D is a semi-retired Episcopal priest in the New Orleans diocese.

So, we’re looking at two drunks—one needed to talk to a drunk, “anyone.” He didn’t care whether the person was actively drinking or was trying to fight his need to do so. The other was a physician about ready to perform a medical operation the next day, but first had to have a bottle of beer. The Doc didn’t wish to meet this guy muttering, “I’ll give ‘im 15 minutes, then I walk”. They’d never met before.

But the fact is, both stayed—long into the night—two drunks just talking about their addictions.  They shared their experiences and feelings and shame of their drinking, the damages it caused them and their families and friends. Maybe, stories of their efforts to quit came up, each sharing how those efforts failed. Maybe there were some guesses “why” their efforts failed.

But from this fumbling talk, a seemingly accidental dialogue, a program of something was born that turned out to be a way for all drunks to find sobriety regardless of where they lived—in any nation—a program that ultimately stretched sea to sea.  

They made promises to each other to “stay in touch” and they did that. They must have believed or at least suspected the strength of simply one alcoholic talking to another. They looked for the means to continue those conversations. Both were important parts of their search. Bill didn’t have a drink since that first meeting with Dr. Bob. Yes, the good doctor had one more episode, but he found a way to deal with his shame—he simply went around Akron talking with all those he had harmed with his drunkenness. It was Dr. Bob who by this effort created the heart of Steps 4 and 5 and 8 and 9. Yes, Dr. Bob saw the importance of simply making a list of those we had harmed and seeking ways to make amends.

Work proceeded for several years. AA groups were springing up all over. The Big Book was published. And the medical professionals came to believe that this program was a way to find sobriety and to maintain that sobriety.

Then suddenly, Bill and Dr. Bob stepped aside, turned the program over to others but continued to carry the message of hope to those who still suffered.

What is one to say about this. Bill and Dr. Bob didn’t get paid for their vision—and then as the Program reached maturity, they turned it over to the Program itself. I need to remember those early days of struggle and the slow progress. I need to remember the devotion of these early believers and their devotion to finding a better way. It’s akin to our Higher Power’s gift of Grace.

Yes, I must acknowledge Bill and Dr. Bob, for without their vision and hard work I am afraid I might not have made it and might have continued on my slippery slope of my own addiction until that final moment.

Jim A, Wednesday,4:00, Lebanon OH