God, keep me from thinking I must share in every meeting, no matter the topic. Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details and give me wings to get to the point. Remind me to guard confidences and to keep still when I feel it is necessary to speak up for someone own good.
Release me from the need to straighten out everybody else's thinking and program. God, I ask for the grace to listen to newcomers. Please help me to remember the patience with which others listened to me when I was new.
Please seal my lips to giving advice, and help me to remember to share only my experience, strength, and hope.
Remind me that my purpose is to fit myself to be of maximum service to You and to the people around me. Help me to remain teachable. Teach me (again) the lesson that, occasionally, it is possible that I may be wrong; and remind me, please, of the freedom that I gain when I am able to promptly admit I am wrong and make amends where necessary.
Help me to remember the difference between making amends and just saying, I am sorry. Help me to be a worker among workers, a friend among friends. Please keep me from being a bleeding deacon, and help me to walk the path towards being an elder statesman/stateswoman. Keep me ever mindful that I cannot manage my own life through my own unaided will. I know that I am not a saint; please show me the way to seek You so that I may continue to grow along spiritual lines.
Remind me, please, of Rule 62 to not take myself so damn seriously. (It is so easy to take myself way too seriously.) Keep me free of gossip, character assassination, and judgment. Remind me that because I am not perfect although I have humbly asked my character defects and shortcomings still arise unexpectedly, to cause damage to others and to myself.
Help me to walk with faith and acceptance, to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people, and give me the grace to tell them so.
Help me to see that You love each of Your children, and that You do not need my opinion of them or suggestions on what they might deserve.
Thank You very much. Amen.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be...
Thank you for submitting this, Maria. We love you!
Friday, September 7, 2007
Step 9
My name is Edy and I am grateful to KNOW that I am an alcoholic
Made (an action word - this is a program of action) direct (face to face) amends (to change - not to say I am sorry) to such people (the people listed in Step 8 - that were in my 4th step (REALLY helps to do these steps in order)) wherever possible (willing to go to any lengths), except when to do so would injure them or others. (This is where the wisdom of a guide is critical - because my thinking will tell me that I will be hurting everyone I face!!)
To 'Amend ' is to change (look it up in the dictionary!!! LOL) - that means my actions were and are the problem---I can't 'think' this away...I must 'act' this away.
Making AMENDS means making compensation for a loss or injury - ALSO an action word
I was never allowed to say 'I'm Sorry' used all those up long ago.... plus the word is used soooo often it had no meaning. I was wrong or I regret were allowed and acceptable.
I was shown that there are five parts to an amends...
1. Why I am there? I am trying to live a new and better life and either I do this or I might get drunk. 2. This is the list of things I did wrong.... specifically what went down 3. Does the person I am talking to remember anything else??? Let them respond... 4. I regret the wrongs I have done... 5. What can I do to make it right with you ? Let them respond with whatever they decide to.
The freedom is unbelievable...The change in my actions results in further change in my behavior and interestingly enough in my thinking and outlook on life.
I get to experience ALL the ninth step promises - which are the guideposts that tell me I have done the work. (Ninth step promises on the bottom of page 83 in the Big Book) Some of those I started to experience before I had completed my amends but they were ALL there by the time I was done!!
Try it - you might like it!!! Thank you for allowing me to share my experience with you all.
"WE" is one of my favorite topics. I began to learn about the "we" concept very, very early on in my sobriety, when I was given an enormous (or what seemed like enormous) service resposibility of making coffee for 75 people at a meeting in a treatment center once a week..... and then washing all the ashtrays. It was only my SECOND AA meeting... when a total stranger kindly volunteered my services.... I didn't smoke, had never had a cup of coffee in my life and I had no clue how to DO THIS...I said so, but said I was willing...(I had to save face)... but.... I didn't want to catch what you all had!! giggle/grin I did, however, want to get invited to coffee after the meeting!!! :0)
The following week, when I showed up for the meeting, I was too late to make the coffee..I had no clue, but the secretary made a point of telling the whole room how I'd flaked out on my service commitment! :0) And I was pissed off...humiliated.... and I walked out...and of course, dramatically cried... and a total stranger came outside...."Missionary Don" we call him.... he "stalked" me to my car... and he told me that I shouldn't leave...no matter what...that it didn't matter what she said... that she is sick too...none of us would be here if we were well... he told me that I didn't have to leave and I didn't have to drink and I didn't have to make the godda#*@* coffee if I didn't want to...he told me that if I just didn't drink...I had choices...and then he ASKED me to come back inside...and I did.... and I realized...as I listened and got still...... that I HAD flaked out on my service commitment....when I got real... and I thought about it... it was MY responsibility to FIND OUT how to make the coffee...and to SHOW UP on TIME.....that was my first lesson in WE..... I eventually became cookie lady, coffee lady, literature lady, and secretaried that meeting for over 2 years..... It became my Home Group.... and I washed those ashtrays and schlepped those cookies and I LOVED IT!!!! I learned about the TRADITIONS!!!
That day in March of 1992......WE walked back into that room....WE figured out what time I had to be there....WE figured out what I needed to do to GET IT DONE.... and I took responsibility... I showed up... and pretty soon.... I got invited to coffee with all the old-timers.....but only AFTER I reached out MY hand to a newcomer..... and later that very same night.... I sat around that table.... in that tiny cafe in Santa Fe... with Alfonso (35 years sober) Guy (22 years sober) Rudy (40 years sober) Robert (18 years sober) Marcia (16 years sober/Al-Anon too) Holly (22 years sober/Al-Anon too) and three wet guys just in from detox.....and I'd never felt so honored before....and I heard the wisdom of experience, the strength and hope and love that was shared with me... by gentle, sober men and women who had no agenda....other than the 12th Step and the 1st Tradition..... they....over the years....also taught me about the Traditions of Alcoholics Anonymous...and I worked the Traditions just like I worked the Steps.... with my sponsor.... and I am so grateful..... they taught me so much about "WE".....their lovely black-belt Al-Anon wives taught me alot about "WE" too...oh the stories I heard told over warm biscochitos!!
I can get crazy, I can get drunk, I can get irresponsible and I can feel sorry for myself for years on end...my disease wants me dead, no question about it...... but WE....WE give me courage....WE give me strength... and WE.... WE STAY SOBER!!! I may be my problem...but I am responsible for the Solution.....and I am responsible...anytime...anywhere....someone reaches out for the hand of AA....I want to be there....
I just have to be willing....
(Soberly submitted by Mara D. of Scottsdale, AZ)
My Story - by Ray
The first time walked into the rooms of AA I was just out of the treatment unit and was directed to this meeting where I first got sober and this meeting was in an old building upstairs, well needless to say I walked in and to my surprise someone had just robbed the hall of it's H & I and whatever monies they had there and I was the only one around I immediately thought I was going to get blamed for it so I was just about to walk out of there when a member of the group walked up the stairs and I told him I had just got there and was not responsible for it and he told me it was alright as it had happened before but my thinking was I was going to get blamed for it and the first thought was I'm going back to prison and what a relief to hear don't worry about it from this man that I had never met before!
Well, this man had about 5 years on the program at the time which was sometime in July of 1987, and he welcomed me into the program and like you had told me that there was a better way of living and he what the program was about and how we had to do the things that were suggested and I as you didn't smoke or drink coffee so at first I hated to wash coffee cups and ashtrays but I was told that I would find sobriety at the bottom of the sink and I have found that to be true. Jack and I in my first few years did a lot of cleaning and mopping and just being of service in my home group doing things that I would have never done before unless I wanted something in return and it was fun too! I had some major surgeries in my first couple of years and I was walking around in a full body cast and a halo but I still used to do things to help and even though I had pain I still did it and use to laugh when people would make fun of me and it was all in fun!
Plus like you I hung around with the long timers and they taught me what it was like to have a life and to not drink One day At A Time and to be of service to another Alcoholic or for that matter to just help others in need in and out of AA! I got a sponsor right away and went to about 350 meetings in 90 days as I was told and got a sponsor and did my steps right away as I wanted to do all I could so I would never have to go back to my insanity and after doing over 22 years in prison I was willing to go to any lengths to stay sober.
I met a lot of people at lot of people in the rooms of AA I can honestly say that I have an abundance of friends that I can say with honesty that if I need help they will be there for me and me for them! I am coming up on 20 years this month and it's because of people like you who are sharing there experience strength and hope with us that I know I will be here 1 day at a time for a long time.
Love Always Ray
A NEW LIFE Ten years ago today, I died . . . Ten years ago today, I was given the chance to live again although I didn't want it at the time . . . Ten years ago today, I met a woman who would give me the hope and freedom I so long had sought . . . Ten years ago today was the beginning of the most joyous ride I could ever have imagined . . .
You see - ten years ago today, I awoke from a suicide attempt in a psychiatric hospital. That's where my drinking and substance abuse had led me. My roommate in the hospital was a member of AA. My Higher Power put her there for a reason, I truly believe. Upon her discharge, she left on my bed her copy of the Big Book - inscribed with the following . . . "in these pages may you find the experience, strength and above all hope that has been so freely given to me." I'll never forget her!!!! What a true gift she was!
Recovery has not been easy . . . simple yes . . . easy no. The keys for me were surrender and willingness. As I reflect back on my past 10 years today, how fortunate I feel for all those wonderful people I've met in these rooms! I've truly been blessed with the best sponsors! From these people I have learned how to live life on life's terms one day at a time. I have learned freedom from addiction. I have learned acceptance, compassion and tolerance. I have found a God of my understanding. I have learned how give love and receive love. But most importantly, I have learned to love myself - - - for all my faults as well as my assest. I have found a purpose.
My birthday wish for today is that I never take this program for granted . . . that I always hold this fellowship and my recovery dear to my heart . . . that I never become complacent again . . . that I may pass this gift on to other women suffering as I had been . . . and that I continue to grow closer to my Higher Power and do it's will.
May each of you be blessed with the wonders of this fellowship that I have found! Thank you all for all that you do, not only for me, but for countless others.
suzannec1026@ hotmail.com
SPIRITUAL MALADY
I bottomed out in 1987 having lost everything. I didn't think I was an alcoholic because I drank beer and didn't drink every day. Just goes to show it doesn't matter how much you drink - it is what happens to you. That was 8/29/87 and I'm coming up on my 19th sober and clean anniversary (although I'd prefer to say it is 38 seasons since I play two seasons a year of softball in a recovery league in San Diego).
Thanks and God bless. As pg 64 states, "When the spiritual malady is overcome, we straighten out mentally and physically." All I can do is pray that all will be well.Keep on trucking and never give up. The good Lord wants us happy, joyous and free.
"The main object of reading this book is to enable us to find a Higher Power which will solve our problem." - pg. 45, AA Big Book
I'm sure you have all heard the saying "life on life's terms." Well, let me just tell you it sucks sometimes. I still am in pain everyday. My dr took me off neurontin and put me on lyrica. I have been taking the lyrica twice a day for the past wk and now am going to 3 times a day. He gave me vicodin again but I quit taking it because it does not even take the edge off. I just got a letter from my employer saying that because I am not putting any hrs in that as of 8/20/06 I will have to pay for my insurance myself at $160.00 a month if I want to keep it. Well w/the complications from my surgery I cannot afford to cancel the insurance. My computer I have been renting to own from rent-a-center. I cannot afford to keep the computer & insurance so the 'puter has to go back. I can go to the library & to my sister-in-laws house to get online. I cannot drive myself. The dr's cannot give me an answer as to when I will get better & be able to go back to work. They just say "not for quite awhile." I had a CT Scan yesterday. I am waiting for the insurance to give authorization for me to have the nerve conduction test. I had won tickets a few months ago to see Tim McGraw & Faith Hill in concert, but I know that I cannot go. So I sold them to my friend. She is taking her grandmother. At least I know they will enjoy the show. My friend said she will take pictures for me. I just want to feel better. For several months before I had the hysterectomy I was so weak and had no energy. I felt ill and was in pain everyday. This is a surgery that is done alot. Only 6f abdominal surgeries result in nerve damage. I happen to fall into that category. I now experience burning pain daily and am unable to perform the simplest tasks. At least before I was able to work, drive, and do my chores. I have been starting to get depressed again. I have been eating alot of chocolate & drinking lots of pepsi, unable to sleep and I just feel like crawling in a hole and pulling the dirt over me. Now I have to give up the computer. What next? The more nurturing my s/o's family is to me, the more I miss my own family. I feel like I'm a burden to everyone around me. I know these people well enough to know that they don't do anything that they don't want to do, that they consider me part of their family & would do anything for me. I just can't help but feel like a burden. I guess I have just gone and thrown myself a big pity party. I have thought about calling my dr & asking if I should increase my dose on my antidepressants but I am already at such a high dose. I feel like screaming. I realize that chocolate & pepsi are not healthy ways to deal w/life but I am sober today. I am not drinking or using. Although it has crossed my mind. I just want to be well in mind, body and spirit. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. My one day at a time has turned into one hour at a time.
My Best Friend My parents divorced when I was about 8. As you could probably imagine, two alcoholics and one of them with PSTD...ummmmm, not a good combo. Dad didn't really take his meds until he got a lot older and wiser.
Mom...my mother is my biggest hero and my best friend. She's the one that taught me what a strong woman is all about. She also taught me Navajo pride...LOL She's the one that tried to show me what survival meant. However, it took me getting out of this disease to realize that she was only loving me. Mom had to give up the service because she became pregnant with me. One New Year's eve party...some drinks...yeah...I showed up. She didn't want me, she wanted to stay in the Army. However, thankfully she didn't know anything about abortions and they were illegal back then. God knew what he was doing.
After my parents divorce, mom really struggled with this disease. She was miserable during marriage and seemingly even more miserable because she was feeling overwhelmed -- two kids, bills, and the money didn't go far enough. She married about a year after the divorce, to another alcoholic. However, mom had started to do somethings prior to her remarriage, like taking up the reins and getting her life together. She worked on her new husband so much that it wasn't worth all the arguements and the threats of her leaving him so he stopped drinking for her. But then it really got interesting. Two "newcomers" to life raising two growing children and both didn't really have any more than a high school education. Back in the 70's and 80's you could squeek by with just a HS diploma but it was tough especially for a family of four.
However, I learned that it doesn't take much for happiness, you have to find it. Sometimes it's within yourself and sometimes it's something that you do for yourself. I learned that the love of a family will overcome all obstacles. Things may not be perfect, there may not be the appearance of happiness or joy or even love but a mother's love will NEVER die.
My brother and I never went hungry. We didn't have the latest designer clothes or shoes. We didn't have the latest cars and sometimes the furniture was a cardboard box acting as a nightstand and a card table holding up the TV...but the basic needs were met. We had a roof over our heads, food, and we were happy with what little there was. My mother's theme song while we were growing up and moving up and down the coast to my step father's different duty posts, oh yeah he was Army too, was Gloria Gaynor's "I will survive". Her other favorite song was Kenny Rogers "The Gambler" -- or was that one mine?? Don't remember...LOL
Without my mother as a living example in my life, I would not have made the first 90 days of recovery. I was pitful. I use to talk about women like ME!! It was my mother that taught me one foot in front of the other from my first steps, to my going to different schools meeting new friends, and moving to different towns feeling lost and alone.
When Lyle and I separated, I was homeless and unemployed. My mother came to Port Hueneme with her motorhome to make sure that my daughter and I had some place other than the car to sleep. When I found a room for my daughter and I, my mother hated it but she knew she had to let me go. The house was filled with cats and the woman was not clean with her animals. But she was a sober member of AA for 20 yrs and my child and I were safe. It broke my mother's heart to see how low I had gone. She never said it. The day she left Port Hueneme, she cried and gave me a hug and just said at least you are not on the streets. Connie, I ripped that woman's heart out that day Every month when I would make another 30 days, I would always call her and tell her about my progress. She cheered as though she were at a football game and her favorite team was winning. She was the one that told me "Keep going. Keep going forward." Hence why I'm always saying Forward Motion always. Mom was sending me money out of her modest earnings on social security so I could get my daughter and I some food and gas. I was afraid to go on the system because they would have gone after Serah's father and that would have let him know how desperate my situation was. I didn't want to loose my baby...that would have killed me before the booze.
Mom couldn't be there for my first year chip but it didn't stop her from sending a card and some money to congratulate me. When I got the interview for the job here in Corona she was just as much on pins and needles as I was. Once again, when I got the job my cheer section was there. She came out here to Corona over the holiday season last year to help me with Serah. I didn't have care in place for the holdiay season so she was my built in babysitter. Connie, that was the day my mother was so proud of me. I had my apartment with no damn furniture except two beach chairs, some tv trays that Serah and I used as a dining room table, and Serah's bedroom furniture. That was it. She even went so far as to buy me a dining room table. It's beautiful, I really do love it.
The day she left she hugged me and smiled then she said "take care of each other (me and serah) and keep going." I can not even begin to tell you how much love I have for my mother and her silent partner my step father. I will never be able to repay them for the support that they've given me during all of my life and especially my recovery. When I can I do what I can for them.
To watch them grow older is sad but I know that they are happier now that I'm sober . They just get to sit back and watch me and my brother grow even as adults. That's as it should be. I often wish she were closer but I know she's ok. She has that mustard seed faith that has kept her going for so many years through so many trials. I'm just blessed that she showed me "how" to use that mustard seed faith to overcome any obstacle that seem too great without some faith.
I do my sobriety for myself, but I dedicate it to those that have come and stayed in my life and support me no matter what. My daughter, my mother, step father, brother, and a handful of friends. Now I have an extended family that I get to spread more love around.
Wow...what a gratitude list!! Thanks for asking about my mother. I don't really share about the support she's given me because I've heard so many stories from people that have much different family lives. Mine isn't the greatest in someone else's eyes but in my eyes I wouldn't change a thing.
While in my disease, all I had was existence. I relinquished what little faith I did have in God for the love and caress of the drink. I had open the door to a living hell and stepped in a willing participant. There I stayed no matter what the cost to my family, my career, or even myself. I could not see the way out because I was participating in my own death, my own failure, and my own human weakness. The more I longed for a way to get out and hide from situations that hurt me emotionally and spiritually, the deeper I traveled towards the abyss of just existing.
During my internship of human failure and detachment of life, I found it hard to believe in anything divine such as angels or mercy. Spiritually drained and emotionally beaten, mercy found me anyway. My angel saw the struggle that I had between life and death. That day was the turning point of this tortured soul’s journey towards recovery. My human nature wanted to stay with my companion alcohol, but my spiritual nature had had enough. Where I had no hope, no faith, and no willpower of my own the merciful hand of God reached in my hell and saved me.
Equipped with only a half-hearted spiritual desire to change and a willingness to stop the pain in my life; I had to acknowledge and most importantly, accept I had a serious problem with alcohol during my life. I found guidance and help with my turmoil in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. I found a God that I now understand. I partnered with my God and a spiritually strong sponsor to go through the steps. Through prayer and meditation I find strength, courage, and faith that surpass my own understanding.
I no longer have to just exist, I live. I don’t have to control anything, however, I have hope. My life is not steak and roses – if it is, the steak has rocks on it and the roses have permanent thorns. Faith is a key to successfully working my program in AA. For some of us faith comes easily. Others of us, myself, that have experienced betrayal, faith is a struggle.
Today, it is still easy to lose faith when I get troubled or burdened with life. There are days I feel like faith has just slipped away. Those are the days I feel anger towards God and my fears escalate. I stay sober for myself; however, I’ve dedicated my sobriety to my daughter, family, and friends that endured the pain of my disease. We shouldn’t be surprised that we face times when our faith seems to disappear; I view it as a test of fire. In order to make a diamond you will need a lot of heat.
Thank you for letting me share,
DOS 9/25/04
Humility
My name is Prescilla, I'm a grateful recovered alcoholic. Recovered from a seemingly hopeless
state of mind and being, not the disease. I have to remind myself that I will always have the disease of alcoholism. There will always be the little things that will tempt me to drink.
This week has been a lesson in humility for me. I had to remove "self" from a situation and seek the thoughts and desires of my higher power I choose to call God. In the big book on page 62, I've meditated on the point that "We alcoholics must be rid of selfishness. We must or it will kill us. God makes that possible." Selfishness and humility are completely opposite of each other. I can't say that I'm helping someone else if I have my own motives that I'm seeking. I can't say that I'm working with others and I'm expecting something in return.
As Bill Sees It, pg 211..."We first reach for a little humility, knowing that we shall perish of alcoholism if we do not. After a time, though we may still rebel somewhat, we commence to
practice humilty because this is the right thing to do. Then comes the day when, finally freed in large degree from rebellion, we practice humility because we deeply want it as a way of life."
I loose my peace, my serenity, my spiritual connection if I don't allow myself to be humble and in acceptance. There is no power that I have over people, places, and things. I have to accept that the only person that I can change is myself. My attitude needs to be adjusted literally every day sometimes all throughout the day to keep me in a state of humility. I don't define humility as being a doormat. I define it by the willingness to learn something about myself. There are still lessons that I have to learn about my own personality, character flaws, and thoughts that only God can teach me. When I mediate and earnestly say the 3rd & 7th step prayers, I open my spiritual connection to learn these lessons. When I say the prayer of St. Francis "...to understand than to be understood, to love than to be loved..", I have given myself over to the love and understanding of a power greater than myself. I feel protected and safe when I seek that power and surrender to the will that God has for me.
Humility has not been an easy thing for me to do. I do rebel by becoming angry at situations and circumstances. I have to do an inventory of the situation and in particular my part. That's when the lesson comes in. I've had to put all these principles into affect this week. I've had something done to me and I feel attacked. However, my lesson was my attitude. I need to change how I interact with the situation and move forward from there. I'm not perfect at this, my head commitee has convened several times on this situation. However, I know that my head commitee is trying to cut me off from the light of the spirit, I can't live like that anymore. I don't want to be afraid, angry, or despondent. I don't want to ever forget that I live by the grace of God. I have choices today.
When something happens to me, I have a choice: Will I let it get me down and depressed, keeping me from forging ahead and making the day the best one ever? Or will I say to myself that no matter what happens I am on the path to success and no obstacle will keep me from it? I use to say "Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose." I've had to change my attitude, God did most of the work on this one, to say "Sometimes you win and sometimes you learn. What can I learn from this?" In case you can't tell, it's been a really tough week. It took a power greater than myself to get to this point. Now I have the choice to put it into practice.
Thank you for letting me share.Prescella, Corona, CA
I HATE THE WORD 'SICK' VS RECOVERED
I belong to what is commonly referred to as a "chick" group. It's a bunch of women who have this combination online meeting & open chat (no, I wouldn't call it a bitch session, I think most of us in the group are too self-conscious & too aware of program & it's principles to try to pull that crap in public!!
We got onto this thing of "sick" vs. "recovered" & naturally, I got my knickers in a twist over a coupla words. I HATE THE WORD SICK!!! I wrote what I think was one of my better posts.....of course, this is strictly my opinion & no doubt, I'll get flack over it. But what the hey. It's experience, strength & hope, for what ever the hell it's worth. It's sure worth something to me. So I"m gonna risk it, & share it.
Personally, I hate the word "sick" & I am not diseased today. I do have a condition of the body & mind tha13t makes drinking & it's results unpredictable. I would guess it's just a matter of >vernacular & what you feel comfortable with. But I am just a pebble on the beach, a measly little grain of sand. That makes me an awful lot like my fellow AA traveler.
Being different implies I am either better than or worse than. I am neither. I am just another human being, looking for a better way to live, a way that won't kill me!
I FEEL like a normal person. The book says I am recovered (page xxi in the forward) -- read this:
We, of Alcoholics Anonymous, are more than one hundred men and women who have recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body. To show other alcoholics precisely how we have recovered is the main purpose of this book. If I am recovered, then what am I? I figure I'm about as close to "normal" as I'm ever gonna be. And does it really make a diff-erence? I live in a perpetual state of grace (as long as I don't abuse my HP's love), & He's the one in charge anyway, not me.
By the way, the concept of being recovered appears throughout the book. It may seem like I'm "splitting hairs" regarding words, but to me, there is a vast difference between beeing "sick", being "recovered' & "being in recovery."
In closing, (but please do take a look at the list of places where I found the word "recovered" below), Sorry if this is cumbersome, there is no easy or fast way to do it.
One more thing--the big book does not contradict itself....
LIST OF PLACES IN THE BOOK WHERE "RECOVERED" SHOWS
P. 17 "There Is A Solution We, of Alcoholics Anonymous, know thousands of men and women who ere once>just as hopeless as Bill. Nearly all have recovered. They have solved the>drink problem.
P. 20 "There Is A Solution You may already have asked yourself why it is that all of us became so P. 113 To Wives He knows that thousands of men, much like himself, have recovered
P.132 The Family Afterwards We have recovered, and have been given the power to help others.
P. 133 The Family Afterward We are convinced that a spiritual mode of living is a most powerful health restorative. We, who have recovered from serious drinking, are miracles of mental health.
P. 146 To Employers An alcoholic who has recovered, but holds a relatively unimportant job, can talk to a man with a better position. Being on a radically different basis of life, he will never take advantage of the situation.
By the way, "RECOVERED" means freed from illness or injury
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