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Grapevine : June 2011
a little less combative. Heading back to my room, my eyes drifted toward the administra- tive buildings near the club’s en- trance. Eventually, I stood in the main courtyard where we had ar- rived, not sure what to do next. a grey-haired, deeply tanned gentle- man wearing the fancy version of a Hawaiian shirt walked up to me and smiled graciously. “May I help you?” I lowered my sunglasses a bit and looked at him, whispering (al- though there was nobody anywhere in earshot), “Do you know where I might find an aa meeting?” “why yes!” he boomed as if ring- ing a dinner bell for the entire club. “alcoholics anonymous!” I cringed and lowered my neck, signaling the need for more discre- tion. He didn’t seem to notice, ex- plaining in a heavy French accent, “what your people do is they put a little sign here, over here, on this bul- letin board, saying there is a meet- ing. I will give to you a room to use. would you like to see the room?” Now we were getting some- where! I was transformed, buoyed by the prospect that I was organizing a meeting at which all other struggling S haking in my new sobriety boots, only a few weeks without a drink to my name, I embarked with my husband on a two- week trip to Maui. I left the treatment center, got home and started packing for the trip. having previous experi- ence in our local aa fellowship, I was able to contact my sponsor and attend a few meetings before leaving. desperation motivated me to follow directions and I was deter- mined to continue working toward the 90 meetings in 90 days suggestion, even on my trip. The committee in my head was very busy on the jour- ney over. I noticed tourists ordering cocktails on the plane and feared I would be the only person on the island not drinking. What a drag. Upon arrival, I reached for the phone book, contacted the aa hotline and got to a meeting, where I quickly discovered I was definitely not the only sober per- son on the island. aa is alive and HAWAIIAN HOTLINE 26 June 2011 GRAPE_24-28.indd 26 4/29/11 6:54 PM