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Grapevine : August 2010
ment. I did my mandatory three meetings per week to satisfy the judge. AA started to take root, but I began doing evening meetings and did not make it back to that Saturday morning meeting. Twenty-four hours turned into months and then years. I ran into some of those AAs I met at my first meeting, but never saw Jim again as the years slipped by. Eight years later, I was at my home group meeting, our usual Wednesday evening in the bank's basement. (How many banks do you know that give a key to a bunch of drunks?) Just before the ringing of the bell to start the meeting, in walked Jim H. My memories flood- ed back to that first meeting, eight years before. After the reading from Grapevine concluded, people began sharing about the story. Just like that very first meeting on that Saturday morning in May, I had no idea what was just read. All I could think was, here is the guy who extended the handofAAtomeonmyveryfirst day in the Fellowship. When it came time for me to share, I told the group that I wished to extend my heartfelt gratitude to this gentleman. I said to him, "I'm sure you don't remember me, but I sure remember you." He concurred that he did not remember me, having seen me only once. We shared some pleasant conversation after the meeting and then went our separate ways. Two weeks later, he came back. Toward the end of the meeting, I shared my thoughts about the story we'd read. The meeting closed with the Serenity Prayer and then Jim came over to speak to me. He asked, "Have you been sober these eight years since I gave you that 'Where and When'?" I replied that I had. He said, "I have not been able to stay sober for more than a year or so since then. Things have not gone that well for me. I was wondering if you would sponsor me." My mouth hit the floor. I was temporarily speechless. I finally re- sponded, "You want me to be your sponsor?" He nodded. "I just got sober again a few weeks ago, and my previous sponsor thought that I needed some new direction. I like what you have, and wondered if you could help me." Never in a million years could I have imagined such a scenario as the one that played out that eve- ning. Now, as I reminisce about the year-and-a-half that we have shared together, it makes perfect sense. Where else but in the rooms of Alco- holics Anonymous could my Higher Power give me back the beautiful gift of helping the gentleman who was there when I needed the hand of AA? I do not know anyone who works harder at being of service to his fellow alcoholics. Jim remains an inspiration to me. Gregg R. Cincinnati, Ohio Grapevine 39