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Grapevine : January 2011
drunk would solve my problems. Maybe my AA sponsor would mate- rialize somewhere down the road. Or better yet, there might be an AA meet- ing happening close-by. I had attend- ed one near there weeks beforehand. As I trudged through snow alongside the Parks Highway, the idea of the AA meeting sounded good. It would provide warmth and hot cof- fee, and I could say my farewells. Upon approaching it, my spirits rose. I noticed the AA meeting room lights were still on, but I found it strange that the parking lot was nearly empty, with no one outside. I looked through the glass windows expecting to see someone---anyone---inside, but not a soul could be seen. However, I did notice the coffee pot light was still on. This was surreal, like something por- trayed on The Twilight Zone. Since the door was unlocked I let myself in, wondering if someone might be further inside the room. No one was inside, so there I was safe and warm within the walls of Alcoholics Anonymous. Collecting my thoughts, contemplating my next move, I looked around for a telephone but none was to be found. I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and no- ticed a bar several doors down within the same building. I wandered down to the barroom to ask the bartender if I could use the telephone. No thought ever crossed my mind to take that first drink. Standing in the bar look- ing around I noticed some patrons seemingly having fun and others lost in thought. In that deceptively warm atmosphere the bartender handed me the telephone. I contacted my spon- sor and explained my situation and location. He expressed concern and asked if I wanted to talk. Shortly afterward we met in the AA room, prayed, read from the Big Book and studied AA literature. He asked of my plans. I had none what- soever. Mentally I was lost, physically tired and hungry. He went outside and returned with sleeping bags and food. For the next three days and nights we attended at least 15 AA meetings. I dis- closed both the good and bad times in my life. Although sometimes humor- ous, the bad seemed to outweigh ev- erything and was often painful, due to the hell I'd put others through in my drinking days. Thinking back to that night and the several days that followed, I now realize that my Higher Power had answered my prayers, guiding me to safety in one of the rooms of AA. He worked his will through a new AA member who had forgotten to lock the door. He worked his will through my sponsor, who worked a Twelfth Step on a fellow alcoholic. I reached out for the hand of AA through prayer and faith in my Higher Power. Alco- holics Anonymous is responsible for helping this alcoholic achieve sobriety over 90 days ago, one day at a time. Ron M. Barrow, Alaska 14 January 2011