TIME IN A BOTTLE

I first entered the rooms of AA when I had a Medicare card in my wallet. During the fifteen years I'd spent as a member of Al-Anon, I often wondered if my own drinking was a problem. Through the help of a friend, I was told of a nearby AA meeting held at 11:00 A.M. on Mondays. The Sunday night before that first AA meeting was a sleepless one for me. I reviewed in my mind the same thoughts, I am sure, countless other beginners have had: I really have hit a new low. What if there are people there I know? Will there be Bowery bums and jailbirds at the meeting?