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Grapevine : July 2011
tained information about a meeting that she thought I might like to at- tend. Fortunately, I was still sane enough to take that as a sign, so I hurriedly dressed for work, went in early, stayed late and then went to that meeting. I was as terrified walking through the door that night as I had been when I walked into my very first meeting, 24 years ago. The smiles inside might have helped, but I was far too afraid to attempt eye contact. I found a corner and settled in. As I listened, my muscles unclenched and, when it became my turn to share, I talked about my ab- sence from the program and where it had brought me. I shared the ter- rifying story of being unable to sleep because that bot- tle on the counter kept beckoning me, teasing me to take advantage of it. A voice from across the room started laughing. I looked up and around, realizing that everyone in that room knew what I was go- ing through, and they all wanted to help me get to the other side. Finally, I had come home again. I left the meeting and headed di- rectly to that bottle, which I snatched off the counter and walked directly out to the trash. I emailed my friend a Thank You note. I returned to that meeting, kept listening, and even asked the man with the hearty laugh to be my spon- sor. He helps me remember how cun- ning, baffling and powerful alcohol is. He reminds me that the person with the most sobriety is the one who got up earliest that day. Today, we keep each other laughing. Complacency brought me to a dangerous edge. The program, fellowship and my Higher Power yanked me back. Laurie H. Flint, Mich. aagrapevine.org 35