AA Thought for the Day

February 17, 2002

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A New Life

Life will take on a new meaning.
To watch people recover, to see them help others,
to watch loneliness vanish,
to see a fellowship grow up about you,
to have a host of friends--
this is an experience you must not miss.
We know you will not want to miss it.

Reprinted from Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 89, with permission of A.A. World Services, Inc.


Thought to Ponder....

Break out of your shell and join us!


Recovery Related Acronym

Coffee Pot

F E E L = Feel, Experience, Express, Let go.


A Member Shares...

(From AAOnline 5th Anniversary Party)

Hi all! Gary, alcoholic.

It was a normal December day in 1998. I would get up early, drink, and throw up a beer or two, then smoke pot, and settle in with a beer and my computer. Food had become a thing of the past. I was full time alkie. I thought I had enough money from cashing in my 401K (retirement fund) to die, prior to going to prison. Well, this morning I saw that someone had bookmarked this room ... me, in a blackout, I think. I started showing up every morning. After a month or so, I kinda thought some of you really loved me. This made me very angry. I remember telling one member, "Do not love me!" She said she would if she wanted. So, I said, "Don't speak about it ... keep yer big mouth shut!" She started saying it all the time ... mean, mean, woman! During this time, I was dying. I knew it, and prayed for it. Each day I'd say, "Please God allow me to NOT wake up." He's kinda mean, too. I could NOT get sober, and I didn't even try. I had no use for AA, but you guys were fun. Then, I would watch Donnie and Marie on TV and cry every weekday. Somehow from you guys, a glimmer of hope sparked inside me. One day, I had missed a court appearance and my attorney called. She gave me the phone number of a rehab that would take a hopeless, homeless, disgusting, drunk like me in. I called ... they said yep yer an alkie ... and tried to keep me there the very day I interviewed. They said I would die soon. Heck! Rent was paid till 4/1/99, so I said see ya then, and drank more. Had it not been for this room, the hope, the laughs, the people, I wouldn't have made it. God was here every day, and even drunk, I knew it. So, I did 135 days inpatient, and my prison sentence was suspended. And I am still doing the deal ... a miracle that was started right here. I love this room with every fiber of me ... and you guys, too! Kinda gettin choked up again here. Thanks and God bless!
- Gary

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