And she waits...

I got sober in a major Western city, with dozens of meetings day and night to choose from, some of them what we then called "hip, slick and cool." That's what I thought I was, sort of, other than being a drunk who could not manage my own life. Luckily, early on my sponsor told me that when I arrived at a meeting, I should look around the table and see the person I just couldn't stand and with whom I probably had nothing in common. "That person is your teacher," she said. "Pay very close attention."