Carrying the Message

My husband had an amusing and memorable entrance into the Fellowship. He asked for help at the time his sponsor was all engrossed in arrangements for the convention, so he found himself five days sober, reeking of paraldehyde, scared to death and driving Sister Ignatia and Sister M. Brigid from the airport to Long Beach. He fell in love with the Sisters and with the program and has never found it necessary to drink again. He was also assigned to drive Bill W. and to escort him to the dance.