From the October 2010 magazine.

Pancake king

He guarded his griddle like it was made of gold . . . then his ego got the better of him

About six months after coming into AA, I was feeling great. Then, for some reason, I became restless and discontent, and fell off the early sobriety pink cloud--with a loud thump. We were living in Syracuse, N.Y. at the time, and my sponsor Ed suggested I try a few different meetings, and once again stressed the importance of getting involved with AA service. That's when I stumbled into the pancake breakfast meeting one Saturday morning, and my journey to happy sobriety really started.

"Can you cook? Our regular is a no show," asked a very large man holding an 18-inch spatula near my face. Sensing that "no" was not the correct answer, I chirped "yes" and followed him to the kitchen. "We normally have about 50 for breakfast, but this is chip day, so there may be more," he said, as he pointed to the big box of pancake mix and a huge stack of sausage patties.

-- NORM H.

Cary, N.C.

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