I keep telling myself that I am going to start going to more AA meetings. In ten days Dad will start giving me money again and it is going to be a helluva temptation. I need to be working my program and to be prepared. I will be able to drink as long as I can hide it from my family.
This morning was a breakfast AA meeting. The wives of many of our attendees brought breakfast casseroles, biscuits, and your staple breakfast foods. Normally, I would shy from going to such a meeting as meetings out of the ordinary make me uncomfortable. I went, though, and had a grand time. I get lonesome and AA is the perfect cure for that condition. On the whole, AA members are so gregarious and social -- welcoming in any old wayward soul (as long as they are alcoholic).
We had a speaker for the meeting. Some guy from near Chicago that cussed and cursed a lot. Our rabidly conservative home AA group winced at every word. I could feel it. He was a bald fellow that had the exuberance of a southern Baptist preacher in the pulpit. I enjoyed his message immensely. It is amazing that people get sober with AA. This guy's story reminded me that I was not alone. That many people had struggled with the same addiction as I. I left the meeting with a renewed fervor to stay sober, and that is always a miracle. A day I decide to abstain and not drink is just another miracle of AA.