From the Grass Roots

WHEN I first came into AA, eager-beaver style I galloped through the Twelve Steps (or thought I was taking them) with great enthusiasm. As for admitting my shortcomings to God, myself, and another human being, I button-holed all my friends and poured out my sins into any ears I could find until I must have become the village bore. I also dashed around trying to "convert" other alcoholics, or at least hard-drinkers, to my new way of life, so that it is a wonder anyone tolerated me at all.