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Book Stories - Updated (3 of 5)
This is the third article in the Grapevine's series by authors
of the personal histories in the Big Book, Alcoholics Anonymous.
The Big Book was published in 1939; the revised, enlarged
version came out in 1955. Now, the author of "Stars
Don't Fall," page 401 in the revised edition, reports
on the vital experience -- some of it rough going -- of
the second half of her quarter century of sobriety in A.A.
last No Longer Apart
© The A.A.
Grapevine, Inc., November 1967
they told me my story would appear in the "high-bottom"
section of the last edition of the Big Book -- the section
labeled "They Stopped in Time" -- I was hurt.
Had I not suffered more than anyone else? Was I not a rag,
a bone, a hank of hair, when I finally came staggering through
the door of the old clubhouse at 324 1/2 West Twenty-fourth
Street? How could they say that I had had an easy time of
see, I had a secret idea: Nobody really appreciated how
much I had been through, how searing to the soul my last
three years of drinking had been, how low I had really sunk
when I had practically lived in the cheap Greenwich Village
bars, never knowing how I got home. Of course, I had never
been in jail, in a sanitarium, or on the Bowery in actual
fact. But this, I felt, was not any fault of mine. I had
done my best to make the low-bottom section of the book.
I said to myself (and most secretly I said it), "I
am different. I am not quite like other AAs. None of them
have been so self-debased, so bitterly ashamed, so mortally
guilty. I don't care what they say; I don't believe that
anybody else in AA is quite as bad as I was and, in many
ways, still am."
feeling of being a little bit worse than and therefore a
little bit different from anybody else in AA stayed with
me for many years. I could not shake a maudlin sense of
unworthiness. I would lick it for a while and think, "Now
I've made it. Now I'm really sober -- on the program in
thought as well as deed." Then the old self-doubts
would return, and I would sink into yet another long, black
God for AA and the meetings and thank God for my wonderful
friends in AA. I had help, and so I was able to stay sober.
And I could say to myself, "I have a great many wonderful
friends. Since they like and love me enough to stick by
me, I can't be all that bad." The person I couldn't
really sell was myself. Trying to talk, pray, and work myself
out of these moods was like trying to push an angleworm
uphill on a rainy day. I couldn't be done. Of course, I
dramatized this soggy condition. I called it "my inner
sense of bleeding loss." I though that perhaps I was
trapped in the coils of original sin. My, my, how I did
carry on! And then would come another mood swing, and I
would feel on top of the world again. Life was wonderful,
everything was coming my way. I would never, never have
another depression. And then, when something came along
to upset me, back I would go into another long, dark tunnel,
that surely, this time, was for eternity!
I did work and pray and persist. And my friends did hang
on, God bless them all. And I did keep going to meetings,
no matter how I felt, and I tried to do Twelfth Step work,
even when my pigeons were in better shape than I was! I
knew one thing: I had not really been able to let go and
let God. I did not trust anybody but me to get me out of
this. Oh, I kept right on praying, as best I knew how. But
it was that same old sense of apartheid -- a spiritual segregation
from life -- that was the problem. It had been my problem
when I was drunk, too.
day, a couple of years ago, I was walking along a sand road
on the West Coast of Florida, when an answer came to me.
I suddenly said to myself, "I want everybody whom I
hate or fear, everybody who has ever injured me, or whom
I may have injured -- I want them all to be as happy as
I want to be. I want them to be happy right now, wherever
they are." And then I thought of a couple of people
and named them out loud and said, "I want you to be
happy." Something happened. It was as if a black bird
flew suddenly out of my heart. I felt a wonderful sense
of peace, and my eyes filled with tears.
that, things began happening. The first thing that happened
was that I slowly stopped fearing these people. I went through
the whole time span and forgave them retroactively and in
the present and on into the future. I forgave them forever,
and in this way I slowly began to forgive myself. This self-forgiveness
brought new self-respect. Even when things went wrong, I
didn't hate myself as I had.
then good things began to happen in the outer world. I was
given help in several things where help was very much needed.
The help seemed to arrive at the right time and in the right
way. In May 1965, things really began looking up. I experienced
a joy of living that I had not had before. It has been growing
slowly ever since. I have made it a habit to pray at least
twice a day, and sometimes oftener. (I have been praying
ever since I first came into AA, but this is different.)
I feel that the Higher Power is, in a mystical sense, the
sum total of my true being, and is working with and through
me at all times. This Power can and will do anything necessary
for my good and that of others, if I let it. I have, at
last, learned to trust God. And so, at long last, I am no
longer alone, no longer segregated from everybody else.
It has been a great relief not to expect life to be easy
all the time.
used to think prayers for specific things should be answered
specifically. I no longer expect the answer to prayer to
be the solution that I can envision. A lot of the time,
now, I'm able to let go and let God bring about a solution
that transcends any solution that I could have thought of.
Things that would have thrown me for a loop two years ago,
now merely upset me, as they would anyone, and I do the
best I can about the. Under these circumstances, a load
of minor irritations or a couple of real big problems don't
frighten me as they used to. For I am not alone. As for
the good things of life -- great and small -- why, I never
knew what happiness was until now.
wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, I am sober at last.
M,, New Canaan, Conn.
© The A.A.
Grapevine, Inc., November 1967
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