(p. 365 in 2nd
"It was the only
part of him that was soluble in alcohol."
believed that this author first got
sober in 1938.
from a family of five children and had
a very happy childhood in a small Canadian
town. His parents were religious, without
over emphasizing it.
drank until he joined the Army in World
War I, and drank very little while in
the service. In France he gave his rum
ration away far more often than he drank
sent back to Canada in the middle of
the war because he was wounded and suffering
from shock. He did some drinking with
friends while waiting for his final
discharge papers, but out of the Army
he only had a drink or two on special
occasions, two or three times a year.
That continued for ten years.
the end of the twenties his company
gave him a better job which entailed
a lot of travel. He found that a few
drinks with agreeable companions, in
sleeping cars or hotels, helped pass
the time. He frankly preferred the company
of those who took a drink or two to
those who did not. For the next few
years he had a lot of fun with alcohol
and liked its effect.
soon he began to realize that he needed
more alcohol than the others did. In
retrospect, he concluded that at this
time he was becoming more physically
sensitive to and losing his tolerance
for alcohol. Soon he began experiencing
blackouts and at times would forget
where he had parked his car.
traveling, even by train, became a hazard.
He would find himself on trains going
in the wrong direction, and would end
up in a town or city where he had no
intention of being, and had no business
and again he went on the wagon, but
sooner or later it would start all over
again. Friends and family began speaking
to him about his drinking. But the compulsion
to drink was growing stronger.
this point his rise in the business
world had been steady and he held a
fine executive position. But now he
was delaying making decisions, putting
off appointments, and it was difficult
to concentrate or even to follow closely
a business conversation. Eventually
he was fired. So he went on the wagon
and got another good job. He stayed
sober for a year, but found that being
on the wagon was the most miserable
way to exist, and fell off again. He
could not stop.
he contacted A.A. His A.A. contact told
him: "Today could be the most important
day in your life." It was.
went to the president of the company
for whom he then worked and told him
he had joined A.A. He got a hearty handshake
and an unmistakable look of approval.
That was enough. He knew he was on the
way up again - as long as he remembered
to stay away from the first drink.
had his ups and downs, but during his
years in A.A. he was continually learning
to accept the things he cannot change,
being given courage to change the things
he could, and the wisdom to know the
gave him a happy and contented way of
living, and he was very deeply grateful
to the founders and early members of
A.A. who plotted the course and who
kept the faith.