Thursday, 25 July 2019

Alcoholics Anonymous - Big Book - The Man Who Mastered Fear - pp. 249-250

He spent eighteen years in running away, and then found he didn’t have to run. So he started A.A. in Detroit.

 Instead, he got dresses, took me out, bought me three or four double shots, and put me to bed. The next day he turned me over to a couple who, although neither was an alcoholic, knew Dr. Bob and were willing to drive me to Akron where they would turn me over to his care. The only stipulation they made was this: I had to make the decision myself. What decision? The choice was limited. To go north into the empty pine country and shoot myself, or to go south in the faint hope that a bunch of strangers might help me with my drinking problem. Well, suicide was a last-straw matter, and I had not drawn the last straw yet. So I was driven to Akron the very next day by these Good Samaritans and turned over to Dr. Bob and the then tiny Akron Group.

  Alcoholics Anonymous - Big Book - The Man Who Mastered Fear - pp. 249-250

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