After my 1st meeting, I sat at home and thought, “Maybe AA is a cult, a scam, a trap? I had the book, the meeting list, and a sponsor.
What’s this AA thing really all about?”
I remember my sponsor said to call him if/when I felt weird, so I did. I’d been asking Something to help me, but was this AA thing really an answer for me? Privileged, accomplished, and Jewish, why me? But I was tired of living a nightmare, so I called him. That started my journey of uncovering, discovering and discarding that has lasted over 42 years. Today, I’m so grateful.
Yesterday, I sat outside at the Adobe with Gail, my old college roommate, and his wife for lunch. Both women had never gotten wrapped up in alcohol or done any party drugs. That’s insane. On the other hand, I got enticed and swallowed up by the exhilaration of the 60’s counterculture.
I rode that wave for 15 years, landing on the doorstep of AA, dazed & confused.
Taking in all of the beauty and love surrounding us, we sat for 3 hours, talking and laughing.
Walking into Hogan’s Heroes at the Franciscan Renewal Center, there was coffee, fresh baked cookies and brownies, warm smiles and friends. Inside, it was standing room only; no dues or fees, no one recruiting me or selling me anything. Unlike a mirage, it’s real.
My nightmare has ended; today is another new wave; like I’m running down a dream.
Thanks for God’s grace and love that over 90 years ago inspired our forefathers to simply share their experience, strength & hope, with simple 12 Steps and 12 Traditions. Pass it on.