Here was one drunk talking to another.
Here was hope indeed.
Ebby [Bill W.'s sponsor] told me his story,
carefully detailing his drinking experiences of recent years.
Thus he drew me still closer to him.
I knew beyond a doubt that he had lived
in that strange and hopeless world where I still was.
This fact established his identification with me.
- Bill W., July 1960.
If you sponsor people, you'll never need a mirror.
S P O N S O R = Sober Person Offering Newcomer Support Of Recovery.
My name is Bob, I am an alcoholic.
What's all this talk about sponsorship?
I certainly don't want anyone telling me what to do. Ah, the foolishness of
my early sobriety. Hey, I was a tornado of emotions, charging all over the
place, full of fear, hate and discontent. Plus, I was a man's man, you were
not going to catch me asking someone to be my valentine. Ah, the foolishness
of my early sobriety. I knew so little and understood even less. I did not
have even a remote idea of the full impact on my sobriety and life a good
sponsor could have. And this is a dog-eat-dog world, where everyone is out
for themselves. You won't catch me falling into that make-believe world of
trust. Ah, the foolishness of my early sobriety. I can tell you I did not
survive those early months. I continued to drink every time my emotions went
on tilt, which happened several times each and every day. Finally, beaten
down even more, I asked the $64,000 dollar question: "Would you be my
sponsor?" I am amazed that I survived those early months of sobriety, I was
oh! so very fortunate. I struggled, oh! how I did struggle, but I did not
struggle alone. My sponsor was there at every turn in the beginning. We
went to meetings together, we went to the gym together, we had coffee
together, we fixed our cars together, and we talked, and we talked, and we
talked. That is not completely true, for usually I was whining about how
terrible my life was, while he politely listened and nodded his head. When I
had finished, he would always ask me if I had drank today, and I would think
he surely was not paying attention. Ah, I was so wrong, not only was he
paying attention, he understood every emotion I felt, for he had been there
before me. Today, with sober eyes, I understand a little of the truth, and
one of those truths is that I miss my first sponsor so very much. He is
probably chairing a meeting with his Higher Power today. He never did tell
me what to do. He simply shared with me what was working for him and that,
my friends, is how it works. No magic, no tricks, but surely a miracle. One
drunk passing on to another how they got sober and how they stay sober, so
simple and so perfect. God bless.
- Bob
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