A Suit for Chuck

DID YOU EVER accept a speaking date and hate yourself for doing it? If you are a bleeding deacon I am sure you have. Several years ago I received a call requesting that, I lead a meeting at the House of Hospitality. Caught off guard, I agreed. When Sunday morning rolled around, it was a wet, cold, dreary day. As I left for the meeting I told my wife that I didn't know why I had accepted the assignment. What could a guy like myself tell a bunch of stumble bums off the street that might help them. Anyhow, most of them didn't want any part of AA. . .it was just an opportunity to get in off the street and get some doughnuts and coffee.