From the March 1950 magazine.

You May Try to Play God

YOU couldn't help liking him--quiet, shy, neatly dressed, eager to be helpful, and so, so anxious to maintain his sobriety. That was during the months he was sober--but every so often his deeply rooted, fundamental problem once again swept over him, and off he would go. We knew his periods of uncontrolled drinking were merely symptomatic of that fierce trouble he still could not face--we thought we understood--and we sympathized, anxiously and sincerely and far, far too much for our own good.

So we reached a decision. This time we would really give him the help he needed, not just for a day or two but over a period of time sufficient for him to gain the courage and strength and knowledge of himself so vital for his own rehabilitation. Hospitalization was necessary, and after that he came home with us for a few nights. Soon a job turned up. No questions were asked of the past, and he found a room well removed from his former haunts and the temptations of his old drinking companions. He came to meetings every night, sitting quietly and attentively at the back of the room and politely declining if asked to speak. He helped with the coffee, and cleaned up afterwards.

-- Anonymous

Providence, Rhode Island

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