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Grapevine : January 2012
yes to all of them. After about three days, a worker from the county came to visit me with more questions. He recommended that I go to an alcohol treatment fa- cility. I thanked him, but explained I was not interested. I did not share with him that I really wanted to go home and have a drink. No cocktails were being served at the hospital. The county representative explained that if I did not agree to go into treatment, the county would be forced to begin commitment proceedings immediate- ly, so I agreed—against my will. They had some more questions for me. The people were great. I met some folks who were every bit as crazy as I was. I wanted to drink every day but stayed dry in spite of my obsession. After 30 days in treatment, I be- gan looking forward to getting back to the real world where I could get beer and whiskey. My obsession to drink was still very strong. Unfortunately, the citizens of my county required me to enter a halfway house, where they tested my urine and my breath every day, against my will. There were too many rules to remember, so they had to write them out for us. One was a requirement to attend a minimum of two AA meetings per week and to get a sponsor. I thought that was just ri- diculous. I remember my first meeting like it was yesterday. I took the bus to an AA club because I had no car. The bus dropped me off 30 minutes before the start of the meeting. I wasn’t happy with that. Now I needed to figure out how to burn up 30 minutes before the stupid meeting. It turned out there were a few others who arrived early, although I did not see them on the bus. They welcomed me. They were very kind. They asked about me as if they were interested. They taught me how to make coffee for 30 people. They gave me a Big Book. I was afraid of going to AA although I am not sure why. These folks were not scary. They were very nice. The meeting was good, although my emotions were on a hair trigger and it was difficult for me to hold back the tears when the discussion got serious. They told me it was going to get better, but I did not believe it. When the meeting was over, the members told me to keep coming back as if they really meant it. I came back every week to this meeting and another meeting on a different night. After a couple of weeks I asked this guy if he would be my sponsor. He said yes, but I would have to call him every day. So every day, I called my new sponsor, against my will. Our discussions each day were sometimes very short and sometimes very long, but I got used to this new regimen without much difficulty. I am happy to report that my sponsor is a lunatic just like me, so we get along very well. He explained to me that his desire to drink had been taken from him. He no longer craved alcohol. I 50 January 2012 GRAPE_47-51.indd 50 11/14/11 4:38 PM