A Moment of Silence
AS IN MOST OF THE GROUPS I have been fortunate enough to visit, our own little group opens each meeting with a moment of silence, during which we let our thoughts dwell upon those who are in need of the AA program.
Included in our thoughts are those who have attended meetings, but seem to be having trouble; a friend who needs the program, but will not admit it; the new member; the loner; the group as a whole; sometimes, just ourselves.
Frequently in this moment of silence, a silent prayer ascends from our hearts to the Higher Power, asking for His aid in reaching those who are in need of help.
I like this idea. . .somehow it seems to work. I have no way of knowing how many times my sponsor thought of me during the year that elapsed between the time I first talked to him about AA and the night I attended my first meeting. He never once asked why I didn't get in line; he just gave me plenty of time to think it out for myself. But I knew he was thinking of me, and if we met each other, I couldn't look him in the face.
Neither do I know how many times in the nine months that followed my first meeting, when I had "slip" after "slip," that his thoughts were about me during that moment of silence--though it must have been many, many times.
Perhaps at times he had doubts. Perhaps at times he felt that it didn't do any good, that the program wouldn't work for me. But somehow I was always drawn back into the group after each "slip" with the determination to try just a little harder to make it work for me.
Neither do I know how many times in the first year of my sobriety did he let his thoughts come my way in that moment of silence, hoping that perhaps this time it would begin to work for me. I only know that to me he seemed like a tower of strength on which I could depend. . .who understood when I talked about my problems. . .who always had a smile for me when we met.
Nor do I think that it was my sponsor alone whose thoughts dwelt upon me in that moment of silence. Because the same friendliness and the same understanding was there when I talked to others in the group, and the same gladness was exhibited each time I came back after a "slip."
Days have turned into months, months into years, yet there are times when I have that persistent feeling that someone is thinking of me. Perhaps it is the wretched soul I talked to last week, or maybe someone I met in days gone by. . .might be even my sponsor, God bless him, but somewhere, sometime, someone Is thinking of me.
Yes, I like this idea. . .somehow it seems to work.
If it works for one, will it not work for all? If each member has his own personal "moment of silence" each day, and lets his or her thoughts dwell on some other--a new member, a loner, or AA as a whole--wouldn't that work, too?
Wouldn't each of us get a "shot in the arm" if we knew that at some time each day someone was thinking of us, and wishing us the very best in our efforts to stay sober?
Wouldn't it help if the staff at General Service Headquarters and at the Grapevine had their moment of silence, too? Perhaps that moment of silence at G. S. H. and the Grapevine, observed at a certain time each day, would become a focal point from which the combined thoughts of thousands would go out at about the same time, providing a unity of thought which would give us the strength and courage to stay sober today.