In the Heat of Anger

IN THE beginning of my new life as a sober alcoholic in AA, I prided myself (every day) in telling people in the program how easy it was for me to be sober, how easy it was not to feel the desire to drink, and most important, how one could progress with relatively little effort by working the program. About eight months after I took my last drink, experience began proving to me that living sober was not as easy as existing drunk. On the way to a Sunday noon meeting in Greenwich Village, something happened to me that will remain with me for the rest of my life.