Living Rough on the Riverbank
A homeless alcoholic, he didn't believe in God until one morning when he heard from his higher power
"I was living rough on my little riverbank, freezing cold, and the drink wasn't working."
I did not know anything much about spirituality when I got sober. The only spirit I knew came in a bottle. I couldn't see how any power whether higher or whatever had been helping me. I professed to dislike religion and god, yet I was often to be found ranting and raving about the woes of my life at the crucifix that hung from the parish church where I spent a lot of my drinking time in the winter months.
I trusted religious buildings as safe havens but didn't trust the message they had for me.
South Yorkshire, England
A sudden flutter of butterflies provides this AA with a glimpse of the presence of his higher power
The Birdsong in Prison
A sober inmate hears in the birdsong the sounds of what it used to be like and what it's like now
At the Crossroads of My Alcoholism
He had reached that place where he couldn't imagine life with alcohol, nor life without it
He was adrift from himself and the promise of his early life until he found the safe harbor of AA