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Grapevine : November 2011
26 November 2011 the telephone to an AA member I barely knew, explaining my situation. at man got in his car and drove 200 kilome- ters in a snowstorm to save me from freezing to death. ey say God works through people. at night, heusedthetwoofusto work a miracle. e follow- ing day I was back home, in an AA meeting. God kept his half of the deal. It was uptometodomypart. I was homeless. I was jobless. ere were many nights I slept on sofas, in meeting rooms and in doorways. It was the closest I ever came to skid row. e Fellowship carried me most of the way. My sponsor was always there, telling me things he had learned. He used to say, " e men who cry for food and shelter before conquering alcohol are on the wrong track." Get sober first, he would say and then all those other "things" will fall into place. Have a little faith, he would say. And so I did. I went to lots of meetings. I hung around with sober members of AA. I prayed every day. Eventually, I moved into a transition house for men in the early stages of recovery from alcohol and drugs. e manager was a sober member of AA. Most of the guys who worked there were in one fellow- ship or another. ere were lots of times when we would sit around and talk program. And, I'd be lying if I said it didn't make a di erence. I did not live there very long. I managed to find work and met someone who was also in the program and we decided to trudge the road together. As my sponsor had pointed out, "things" were falling into place. e following year, I was forced to leave my job for health reasons and seek employ- ment in another field. Larry M., the fellow who had saved my life in that snowstorm, was working as an attendant in the transition home where I had lived, and he said he could get me a job working there. I figured, what a great way to give some- thing back. Like any place of employment, there were rules to follow. Well, I have this problem. I don't like being told what to do. My ego reared its ugly head, and I resigned. I would like to point out here that I was wrong in THIRTEEN years ago, my father was diagnosed with ter- minal bone cancer. I prayed for him, of course. One night I was praying on the phone for him with my friend Susan. I asked her to pray with me for his healing, and for a reduction of physical pain from the disease. I was really worried about him being in pain. She suggested that we ask God what he wanted us to pray for since he knew more than we did. is time I agreed, al- though I hardly expected a) that we would hear SUSAN KNOWS BEST