From the April 1964 magazine.
12 Stops to Sobriety
A prefabricated pattern for perpetuating a perfect purgatory, permanently
- I admit that I am powerless over--nothing. I am capable, clever and conniving; everybody else is a poor, misguided, stupid fool. My house is in order, and my future looks rosy.
- I believe that a power greater than myself just hasn't been born yet, and there is little likelihood that I will ever change this view.
- As to making a decision to turn life and will over to the care of God, it's those other people who ought to.
- Yes, I took a fearless and searching inventory--of friends, neighbors and other hypocrites. I came to the...
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