December 2019 | Remote Communities & Sober Holidays

One Man’s Kindness

He’d stand on the porch watching as I straggled up the steps. Every time he saw me slink inside, he’d look right at me. I wasn’t used to receiving such warmth.

During my first six months, I attended meetings in a small town. I didn’t share, speak to anyone unless they spoke to me first, offer to set up or close up a meeting or volunteer to read any AA literature. Not me. I sat silently in the back of the room, thinking about my favorite topic—myself—and how different I was from everybody else.

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