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Vol. 65 No. 14
Editor's NoteDear Readers, This month's special section features our annual selection of articles by AAs in correctional facilities. Focusing on our common problem and common solution, they are extraordinary examples of the destruction that alcoholism wreaks and of the healing that the program offers alcoholics no matter where they reside. "I felt as if my heart and soul were being ripped out of me," writes the author of "I Knew I'd Be Okay," recalling the agony of scraping bottom with which drunks everywhere can identify. The author of "The End of My Rope" recalls his desperation with the kind of wit that draws hoots of laughter and relief at meetings: "I couldn't see any way out of my difficulties so I decided to hang myself out in the barn. It's very difficult to do a complicated thing like that when you're drunk." After "waking up on the wrong side of my head," the author of "Rebellious Respite" describes "the type of thinking that, worked into the proper frenzy, will have me back in the cups and convinced I'm justified in doing so. ... That's why I need my group." The only thing that quells that thinking is working with another alcoholic. Ward Ewing, the newly elected, nonalcoholic chair of AA's General Service Board, is familiar with the challenges AAs face. He was drawn to the program by a long-time member who told him, "I am out of touch with my Higher Power. The last time I was out of touch, I drank." Ward also understands the gravity of AA's mission: "It is a matter of life or death," he said in a recent interview with the Grapevine. We are fortunate to have a program that gives us another crack at life. — In fellowship, |
