Yesterday morning I went to a "new" meeting for me, a 7:30a.m. early risers group, and wow...there were THREE people whom I remember from my very first days of AA, when I was getting to meetings, but drinking inbetween. I couldn't remember a thing those fellow travelers had shared, but I vividly recalled the feeling of welcome and hope they gave.I told them this, and all four of us grinned with joy, as I let them know it took nearly five years before I could get sober in AA, but that it did happen, the promises did appear, and here I am, carrying the message of recovery. How great, also, that there were two newcomers there, not free of alcohol yet, but coming to meetings. When I share my story, when I broadcast it like a handful of grain, I have to remember that it is freely scattered, and that I have no idea who will hear what, if anything, but that hopefully those newcomers in my presence will absorb the message of hope I now have.
My "job" is to keep showing up and helping to carry the message, so that our awesome program can continue to flow like this stream in Madera Canyon.
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I like this. It's very heartfelt and well expressed. Sometimes I forget how welcome and hopeful it felt in the beginning.
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