After Twenty-five Years. . .

AROUND TEN o'clock last Friday night, Jack, a man I sponsor, phoned from our intergroup office. He wanted me to go with him on a strange errand. The Suicide Intervention people had referred a long distance call to intergroup. It was from the wife of a man who, she said, had "twenty-five years of sobriety" and was now in a motel in our area. No, he had not asked for help, nor had he called AA. He had dropped the phone while talking to his wife, who was in a city 200 miles away.