One scary guy

One day, when I had been sober about nine years, a newcomer called me and asked if I would take him to a meeting. At that time, I had slowed down on going to meetings and had not been to that meeting in several years. It was the group’s anniversary night. Anniversaries had always been terrific for me—great speakers, great food and a friendly atmosphere. I hoped this newcomer would enjoy it. So I said, “Let’s do it.”