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From the April 2013 magazine.

April 2013: My Safari Guide

Jimmy led him through the wilds of early sobriety, then taught him how to hunt for sponsors

In July 1995, after my daughter almost died in my house from acute alcohol toxicity, my wife suggested I might want to accompany her to an Al-Anon meeting. Little did I know what she really meant was that there was an AA meeting in the same building. As we walked up to the front door of the hospital where the meeting was, a man in his 60s addressed my wife and told her the Al-Anon meeting was upstairs. Then he turned to me and pointed down the stairs to AA. I had a working relationship with that hospital, so I was embarrassed to be there; to be confronted out front made matters worse. I know today that my Higher Power pushed me down those stairs. I did not fight back. In October 1978, it had been suggested I go to AA. I considered the thought for a nanosecond and dismissed the idea as ridiculous.

The format of that night’s speakers’ meeting involved two men about my age, each sharing about 20 minutes. Then there was a smoke break followed by two more men, each sharing for an additional 20 minutes. I don’t smoke, but even if I did, I doubt I would have left my seat. I was in shock. The first two speakers told so much of my story I figured it was a set-up. The next two speakers told significant portions of my story also.

-- Ken B.

Macon, North Carolina

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