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Grapevine : June 2011
I looked around the noon meet- ing in Quartz Hill, not recog- nizing a soul, yet feeling right at home. When the “chip chick” asked if there were any newcomers or folks attending this meeting for the first time, I raised my hand and in- troduced myself. I was first shocked, then chagrined to see her bustling toward me, holding out a shiny silver newcomer’s chip like it was adhesive and she was going to stick it on my forehead. I stood there, mortified, not hugging back, as she enveloped me, the newcomer, in a welcoming bear hug. I’d been so- ber four years, a dedicated member who’d attended a thousand meetings. I had a sponsee, sponsor, I’d been a general service representative, dis- trict secretary, the list goes on. In the few seconds it took for her to cross the room and hug the breath out of me, Checked by the chip chick sitting in virtual darkness around a flickering candle, the result of a power outage. Most attendees had left. A few, however, had stayed and I will be forever grateful that they did. Even in the half-light, I must have looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, because the per- son who was sharing at the time, broke away from the point he was making and asked if I was okay. The fact that people actually cared about my sober welfare touched me and I uncharacteristically blurted out, “I want to drink so bad and I don’t know what to do!” This was the first time in my life I had actually opened up to other people about my drinking. As the words tumbled out, I couldn’t believe they were coming from my mouth. The emphasis of the meet- ing suddenly shifted. I was asked if I wanted to talk, and I did. Then, each person shared his or her expe- rience in regards to not giving in to the obsession. As the meeting pro- My hand, gripping the letter, was literally shaking as I was consumed with the thought of a drink. Suddenly a faint whisper was heard... 50 June 2011 GRAPE_48-51.indd 50 4/29/11 1:09 PM