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Topic: Homegroup/Meetings
An old-timer’s journey out of fear and shame that people would find out he joined AA
When I came to my first meeting, alcoholism wasn’t a trendy thing. It was not yet the defense de jour for entertainers or politicians in trouble with the law. It was a word for derelicts of society....
An AA member suggests some helpful guidelines to keep in mind while doing service.
Arriving late for my first business meeting with my new home group, I was only seated a few seconds when I remembered why I had quit going to business meetings. It was like being in a bar, stepping...
An old-timer tells why it’s important to share what she’s going through today.
My sobriety date is June 1, 1978, and I want to share with those new and old alike that being and old-timer does not make me well nor cured. For one thing, the only thing I have to offer today is my...
It took 57 years, but she finally heard the words that told her who she was.
I knew in my heart and soul that alcohol was a problem in my life but didn't have the courage to share that inner knowledge with anyone else. If I did, then I couldn't take it back; I would not be...
She attended meetings with solution in her eyes until she finally heard what she needed to hear.
I was sitting in a low-rent apartment, drinking beer, watching television and crying. I was killing myself with alcohol, had lost my job, did not have any friends, and hung out with people that liked...
Saying yes to service revives a dead meeting
The morning meeting had just ended.  Some attendees had already left and a few remained to play cards or read a newspaper when a lady I had never seen before entered the front door and walked up...
Having nine years’ sobriety has brought me to a place of self-awareness. I’ve been regularly attending meetings for nine years, I have always had a sponsor, I’ve sponsored many, and I consider myself...
A group adjusts when the police force occupies its courtroom meeting place
I am the general service rep of a Big Book group that meets each Tuesday night in a courthouse in Melbourne, Australia. The time I opened up the rooms for the first time, it ended up being a very...
A promising young woman drinks herself past the point of no return
Sixty days into my sobriety, around 10 p.m., during a cold 20-below-zero dark night in 2009, my old self-will deceived me into leaving a treatment facility in Wasilla, Alaska. Located on a ranch, the...
The bitter Alaskan wind blows a lost cause into the rooms of AA
Sixty days into my sobriety, around 10 p.m., during a cold 20-below-zero dark night in 2009, my old self-will deceived me into leaving a treatment facility in Wasilla, Alaska. Located on a ranch, the...

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