Your Journey?

The rooms of A.A. are filled with a diverse group of people. Our common denominator is we all suffer from the disease of alcoholism, and we have a desire to get and stay sober. That is our “Primary Purpose,” and the basis for our Program. I, for one, love the diversity of our membership. In introducing ourselves the only “identifier” is “alcoholic.” It matters not who we are beyond that definition. Our financial, marital, or other designated status in the community is not what we’re gathered together for. It matters not what job we hold, who we are married to, or if we are married or single, whether we have money in the bank, or just a few quarters in our pocket. None of it matters. For the most part, we did not arrive at the doors of A.A. in great financial, physical, or spiritual well-being. If we were lucky we came in a state of defeat – King Alcohol had whipped our butts. We were ready, we were willing, and we were desperate for recovery. What got you to the rooms?


11 thoughts on “Your Journey?

  1. Grapevine Quote

    March 29
    “Personal glorification, overweening pride, consuming ambition, exhibitionism, intolerant smugness, money or power madness, refusal to admit mistakes and learn from them, self-satisfaction, lazy complacency – these and many more are the garden variety of ills which so often beset movements as well as individuals.”
    AA Co-Founder, Bill W., August 1945
    From: “Modesty One Plank for Good Public Relations”
    The Language of the Heart
    Oh and I drank a lot of liquor too!
    I’m Harry, grateful alcoholic and devoted 12th stepper.

  2. JAMA Big Book Review, 1939

    The book under review is a curious combination of organizing propaganda and religious exhortation. It is in no sense a scientific book, although it is introduced by a letter from a physician who claims to know some of the anonymous contributors who have been “cured” (only daily) of addiction to alcohol and have joined together in an organization which would save other addicts by a kind of religious conversion. The book contains instructions as to how to intrigue the alcoholic addict into acceptance of divine guidance in place of alcohol in terms strongly reminiscent of Dale Carnegie and the adherents of the Buchman (“Oxford”) movement.

    The one valid thing in the book is the recognition of the seriousness of addiction to alcohol. Other than this, the book has no scientific merit or interest.

    • “It is easy to let up on the spiritual program of
      action and rest on our laurels. We are headed for trouble if
      we do, for alcohol is a subtle foe. We are not cured of
      alcoholism. What we really have is a daily reprieve
      contingent on the maintenance of our spiritual condition.”
      (pg 85)

    • Science is observing, watching, and listening on how nature works. If my idea/hypothesis predicts how something will behave; wholah, I have a scientific theory. Science can’t explain the origin of the universe. Where’s the center of the universe? Did matter from nothing create all the matter in the universe? It’s limited in knowledge of the origin of matter and the origin of life. Science satisfies theories, hypotheses, and more open doors assumptions. In fact, my theorem predicts that it takes more faith to believe that the universe came out of nothingness and that life came about on its own than to believe in a Creator; Who is the cause and effect of all there is.
      Can a wild mustang tame itself?

  3. Hmm, it always interests me( the big book). To each his own I suppose.
    And I’m hearing you too Harry. Guilty as charged(sigh). Yesterday was a real screaming match aat my sponsors house but we got through it and I still have a job and he still has an employee. I was callling him out for the same things that I am not good at. I put him on a pedestal and he’s only human doing the best he can with what he’s got as am I.
    Now I’m thinking back to a few days ago when I had put out numerous prayers requests and within a half hour surgery was no longer a necessary option on my mother. I cant think of a more obvious miracle than my six years. May I be of some use to him today.

  4. Pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization dragged me kicking and screaming to the rooms of AA. “it gets worse never better.” Therefore, AA and its fellowship is my daily medicine for my daily reprieve of alcoholism. Thank you all for helping me stay sober this 24! Namaste, Tree

  5. Top of the morning family,
    Harry S has it front site on target!
    The more I drank, the more I isolated from life itself.
    I poisoned the lives of all that loved me.
    My poison kept all as hostages and prisoners.
    Divine Mercy, lead me and guided me through His gift of my desperation.

    It’s a good day to have a good journey today.

  6. What Got me to the rooms? I was doing and sampling all the things Harry described. I hid alcohol from my daughter, while I was judging her about her addiction to pot and other substances, my reponse to her was mine was legal? Really? When I look back on that toxic rational. I came in with a dui , I was mortified, I was afraid of losing my job, I was financially at the bottom, emotionally bankrupt. I found a little peace, not much, but I heard others share much worse situations. I saw others w some sobriety be able to come back. The aa members did not judge me if they did, I did not see that. The grace of God or hp I believe brought me to the halls so I could live life on life’s terms with a bit more sanity and at least a cupful of serenity to sustain me.
    Great lead SMB and great pic. Kt

  7. The JAMA (assume this is the Journal of the American Medical Association) article from1939- a great example of one of my specialties-…contempt prior to investigation…
    And the Grapevine quote certainly felt a little too close to home as it listed the all too familiar litany of “garden variety ills”.
    As I wallowed a wee while in my “guilty as charged mode” I began to feel a wee shift…ok, acceptance of what is, now, what are you gonna do about it?
    The words “respond with love” went through my mind and I literally could feel my heart enlarge in my chest. Things began to feel soft, tender…a different sense filling my center.
    The miracle, manifest.
    Grateful for the Gift

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