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Posted - 01/09/2010 : 09:04:10 AM

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Passing it along from one of our sisters in sobriety~ Thank you Peggy!

I Do What I Can, With What God Has Given Me.

Subject: This is why I GO TO MEETINGS

A MUST READ: A Beautiful Tribute To GOD, AA & To Bill Wilson

We died of pneumonia in furnished rooms where they found us three days later
when somebody complained about the smell.

We died against bridge abutments and nobody knew if it was suicide and we
probably didn't know either except in the sense that it was always suicide.

We died in hospitals, our stomachs huge, distended and there was nothing
they could do.

We died in cells, never knowing whether we were guilty or not. We went to
priests, they gave us pledges, they told us to pray, they told us to go and
sin no more, but go. We tried and we died.

We died of overdoses, we died in bed (but usually not the Big Bed).We died
in straitjackets, in the DT's seeing God knows what, creeping, skittering,
slithering, shuffling things. And you know what the worst thing was? The
worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried. We went to
doctors and they gave us stuff to take that would make us sick when we drank
on the principle of "so crazy, it just might work," I guess, or maybe they
just shook their heads and sent us to places like Drop kick Murphy's.

And when we got out we were hooked on paraldehyde or maybe we lied to the
doctors and they told us not to drink so much, just drink like me. And we
tried, and we died.

We drowned in our own vomit or choked on it, our broken jaws wired shut.

We died playing Russian roulette and people thought we'd lost, but we knew
better. We died under the hoofs of horses, under the wheels of vehicles,
under the knives and boot heels of our brother drunks. We died in shame. And
you know what was even worse was that we couldn't believe it ourselves, that
we had tried. We figured we just thought we tried and we died believing that
we
hadn't tried, believing that we didn't know what it meant to try. When we
were desperate enough or hopeful or deluded or embattled enough to go for
help, we went to people with letters after their names and prayed that they
might have read the right books, that had the right words in them, never
suspecting the
terrifying truth, that the right words, as simple as they were, had not been
written yet.

We died falling off girders on high buildings, because of course ironworkers
drink, of course they do. We died with a shotgun in our mouth, or jumping
off a bridge, and everybody knew it was suicide.

We died under the Southeast Expressway, with our hands tied behind us and a
bullet in the back of our head, because this time the people that we
disappointed were the wrong people.

We died in convulsions, or of "insult to the brain," we died incontinent,
and in disgrace, abandoned.

If we were women, we died degraded, because women have so much more to live
up to. We tried and we died and nobody cried.

And the very worst thing was that for every one of us that died, there were
another hundred of us, or another thousand, who wished that we could die,
who went to sleep praying we would not have to wake up because what we were
enduring was intolerable and we knew in our hearts it wasn't ever gonna
change.

One day in a hospital room in New York City, one of us had what the books
call a transforming spiritual experience, and he said to himself "I've got
it" (no, you haven't, you've only got part of it) "and I have to share it."
(now you've ALMOST got it) and he kept trying to give it away, but we
couldn't hear it.We tried and we died.

We died of one last cigarette, the comfort of its glowing in the dark. We
passed out and the bed caught fire. They said we suffocated before our body
burned, they said we never felt a thing, that was the best way maybe that we
died, except sometimes we took our family with us.

And the man in New York was so sure he had it, he tried to love us into
sobriety, but that didn't work either, love confuses drunks and he tried and
we still died.

One after another we got his hopes up and we broke his heart, because that's
what we do. And the worst thing was that every time we thought we knew what
the worst thing was something happened that was worse. Until a day came in a
hotel lobby and it wasn't in Rome, or Jerusalem, or Mecca or even Dublin, or
South
Boston, it was in Akron, Ohio, for Christ's sake.

A day came when the man said I have to find a drunk because I need him as
much as he needs me (NOW you've got it).And the transmission line, after all
those years, was open, the transmission line was open. And now we don't go
to priests, and we don't go to doctors and people with letters after their
names.

We come to people who have been there, we come to each other. And we try.
And we don't have to die.
Welcome to AA !!!!!!
PLEASE SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE YOU KNOW - AS YOU NEVER KNOW WHO NEEDS IT
MOST!!!

Day by Day is the only way....