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Grapevine : September 2011
32 September 2011 the highest possible publishing standards. A way had to be found to make considerations for "turf"---the bane of many institutions---subordinate to being of maximum service to the project it- self. e genius of Bill W. was that he had devised a system that would allow for creative friction between its di erent ele- ments---the Conference, the board, and the of- fice---and the resolution of those di erences. Serving those years on the committee revealed my defects as well as my assets. While I had served on county com- mittees and participated in my home group's busi- ness meetings, I had nowhere near the service experience of a number of the other trusted ser- vants on the TLC. Regard- ing that interview ques- tion about working within the committee structure, I see, with hindsight, that I hadn't yet acquired the quality of what I refer to as "active listening" that more seasoned mem- bers of the committee practiced as an essential element in the o en slow process of achiev- ing substantial unanim- ity and a truly informed group conscience. For a quiet person, I brought to the table a fair amount of combativeness, at times becoming visibly angry during discussions when things didn't seem to be "going my way." A erward, my failure to reciprocate the civility with which I was treated would cause me to feel ashamed and remorseful. I also learned that I could be "right" and still be wrong, as when I lob- bied strenuously for the exclusion of a passage from the introduction to one of the pamphlets that other committee members found very moving. My argument that the paragraph was out of context with the rest of the introductory text had some merit, but not enough to browbeat the other members into changing their minds. Looking back, I suspect that the committee's reluctant decision to omit the passage was a loss for the pamphlet. At the beginning of my fourth and final year, I began to notice that my role on the commit- tee had been reduced. Subcommittees I would likely have been part of in previous years no longer included me. e train seemed to be leaving the station without me on board. I felt le behind. Toward the middle of that last year, a new ACM joined the committee and I was asked to share my experience with him. So there it was. e end was in sight. I was being rotated out. A title in AA can sum- mon pride and a sense of "prestige" along with a more selfless motive for service. It did in me. Now that title would soon be gone, along with the committee sessions and board weekends. I would be rejoining the anonymous mass of AAs in my home group and the other groups I attend regularly. ough I didn't know it, there the real test would be. Could I accept being "a small part of the great whole," as Bill W. wrote, and be