Big Book Contents Please select a Chapter Preface Forward To First Edition Forward To Second Edition The Doctor's Opinion Bill's Story There is a Solution More About Alcoholism We Agnostics How It Works Into Action Working with Others To Wives The Family Afterward To Employers A Vision for You The A.A. Tradition Spiritual Experience The Medical View on A.A. The Lasker Award The Religious View on A.A. How To Get In Touch With A.A. 1st Edition Stories 2nd Edition Stories

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Personal Stories Please select a Story The Doctor's Nightmare The Unbeliever The European Drinker A Feminine Victory Our Southern Friend A Business Man's Recovery A Different Slant Traveler, Editor, Scholar The Back-Slider Home Brewmeister The Seventh Month Slip My Wife and I A Ward of the Probate Court Riding the Rods The Salesman Fired Again The Fearful One Truth Freed Me! Smile with Me, At Me A Close Shave Educated Agnostic Another Prodigal Story The Car Smasher Hindsight On His Way An Alcoholic's Wife An Artist's Concept The Rolling Stone Now We Are Thousands *Lone Endeavor 2nd Edition Stories The Big Book

A Different Slant

      I PROBABLY have one of the shortest stories in this whole volume and it is short because there is one point I wish to get over to an occasional man who may be in my position.
      Partner in one of this country's nationally known concerns, happily married with fine children, sufficient income to indulge my whims and future security from the financial standpoint should paint a picture in which there would be no possibility of a man becoming an alcoholic from the psychological standpoint. I had nothing to escape from and I am known as a conservative, sound business man.
      I had missed going to my office several times while I tapered off and brought myself to sobriety. This time, though, I found I could not taper off, I could not stop and I had to be hospitalized. That was the greatest shock to my pride I ever had. Such a blow that I made the firm resolve to never again taste as much as one glass of beer. Careful thought and analysis went into that decision.
      The doctor at this hospital told me vaguely of the work of men who called themselves Alcoholics Anonymous and asked if I wanted one of them to call upon me. I was sure I needed no outside help, but in order to be polite to the doctor and hoping he would forget it, I assented.

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      I was embarrassed when a chap called at my house one evening and told me about himself. He quickly sensed my slight resentment and made it plain to me that none of the crowd were missionaries, nor did they feel it their duty to try to help anyone who did not want help. I think I closed the talk by saying I was glad I was not an alcoholic and sorry he had been bothered by me.
      Within sixty days, after leaving the hospital the second time, I was pounding at his door, willing to do anything to conquer the vicious thing that had conquered me.
      The point I hope I have made is-even a man with everything from the material standpoint, a man with tremendous pride and the will power to function in all ordinary circumstances can become an alcoholic and find himself as hopeless and helpless as the man who has a multitude of worries and troubles.

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