Fountain of Youth

Eight months ago I came back to the community where I got sober to find that my former home group had almost completely fallen apart. I walked back in that first Wednesday night to find three newcomers just sitting around talking to each other. A little after seven, when the meeting was scheduled to begin, I asked them who was chairing. They told me that there hadn't been a business meeting in months and that nobody really had jobs. I asked them where the group format was and they told me that they had never seen one. I didn't like what I was hearing and seeing; I couldn't believe how far apart this group had grown in just two years.