Reflections on the Third Tradition

I hated the idea of AA back when a shrink in the alcoholic ward of a psych unit told me it might be the only shot I had at learning to live without alcohol. While under his care, and still quite befogged and barely coherent, I stumbled through Bill's story and that was enough for me. God was not in my vocabulary in those days. Having been introduced to eastern philosophies at young age, I was an atheist; or, as Bill puts it in Step Two, the belligerent one.