Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Random Big Book Alcoholics Anonymous

He spent eighteen years in running away, and then found he didn’t have to run. So he started A.A. in Detroit. During the first three months, I carried on all these activities without a car, depending entirely on buses and streetcars—I, who always had to have a car at my immediate command. I, who had never made a speech in my life and who would have been frightened sick at the prospect, stood up in front of Rotary groups in different parts of the city and talked about Alcoholics Anonymous. I, carried away with the desire to serve A.A., gave what was probably one of the first radio broadcasts about A.A., living through a case of mike fright and feeling like a million dollars when it was all over. I lived through a week of the fidgets because I had agreed to address a group of alcoholic inmates in one of our state mental hospitals. There it was the same—exhilaration at a mission accomplished. Do I have to tell you who gained the most out of all this? The Man Who Mastered Fear p. 254

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