Issue 3 - November 1994

The Electronic Journal of the Meeting of Minds Group of Alcoholics Anonymous

This is the third issue of the Journal, which was published as a text document and distributed by email. Rather than revitalise it with snazzy graphics we thought we'd show some respect (for a change) and reproduce it entirely in its original format. Enjoy!

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                        ISSUE 3 -- NOVEMBER 1994

Alcoholics Anonymous is a Fellowship of men and women, who share their
experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common
problem and help others to recover from alcoholism.

The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. There are no
dues or fees for AA membership; we are self-supporting through our own
contributions. AA is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics,
organisation or institution; does not wish to engage in any controversy, neither
endorses not opposes any causes. Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help
other alcoholics to achieve sobriety.

Reprinted with the permission of the AA Grapevine Inc.

New Meeting Place On The Electronic Highway

From Spring/Summer 1994 publication of AA NEWS

Members of Alcoholics Anonymous with computers and a way to access Internet now
have a meeting they can attend any time day or night, every day of the year.
Started last August (9th) as the brainchild of a group of Scots active in AA, the
Meeting of Minds group (MoM) has spread it's electronic web across the Atlantic
and Pacific oceans to include members from Japan to both coasts of the US and all
points in between in an electronic fellowship that would no doubt bewilder the
founding members of Alcoholics Anonymous.

The nearly 60 current members keep in touch by means of electronic mail (E-mail)
on their computers. Operating much like a live AA meeting, a member volunteers
each week to lead the group in a discussion of one of the 12 Steps. Other members
respond to the original E-mail post and a lively collection of messages spans the
globe by week's end for all to read and respond to.

Nearly all current members of MoM are active in their own AA community as well,
but view this means of electronic fellowship as a valuable tool for recovery.
There is something about sending a written message to other alcoholics via E-mail
which enhances the recovery process. Friendships have formed, and several members
who first met through words exchanged on a computer terminal have met each other
in person or are arranging to do so.

MoM is a closed meeting of AA, and is available to any alcoholic interested in
recovery and who has access to a computer and to the Internet. Sending E-mail to,Internet will start the process.

Members have just begun to experiment with a meeting in real time via the IRC
(Internet Rely Chat) feature of the Internet. The MoMcafe is a place where
members can sign on and chat with each other in real time as they tap their
keyboards and look at their terminals.

While not unique as an on-line recovery group, MoM is the first electronic AA
group to be given official recognition by the General Service Board in the UK,
and possibly the first such group to be truly International in nature.

The MoM group has a meeting room on the Eclipse BBS (Bulletin Board System) where
the Sysop (System Operator). If you have a computer and modem then the BBS number
is 0141 334 3566.

# Grant, USA #


The Ultimate Top Table

Joe, an alcoholic sober in AA for over 20 years, is laying in his hospital
bed seriously ill.  As he ponders his life he prays aloud:
"God,  I know I've had a wonderful life in AA and I'm grateful for all of
it.  I know it's my time to go and I don't mind. I do have one question,
though, that I'd like to have answered before I die: Is there AA in

A few minutes later Joe notices a bright, warm glow and a booming voice fills the
room. "JOE!" "Who's that?" Joe asks. "THIS IS GOD!" Joe thinks about it for a
second. "Well, what's the answer to my

"What's the good news?"
"Then what's the bad news?"

# Mark C. #


Fear Of The Unknown

When I was in the throes of alchoholism I always, or nearly always had a fear. A
fear of what, you may ask? I don't know!. I don't know even now after nearly two
decades without a drink.It is only after trying to face up to, and come to terms
with my fears, that I find that my fears are and always have been groundless.
When I stand my ground and look my troubles in the eye, my troubles don't seem to
have the courage to look me in the eye.

I came across this little story which i think illustrates what I feel about my
erstwhile fears and what I can do with them with the help of AA and my  Higher
Power who has given me thstrength, ability and will to scale what used to be for
me unnatainable heights.

The little boy, Miobi, had come to a village where the people did nothing else
but moan and wail.The fires were not lit, the goats were not milked all because
all the villagers  were expecting to be eaten by the monster on the top of the

This monster had the head of a crocodile and the body of a hippopotamus and a
tail like a very fat snake and smoke came from his fiery breath. But Miobi said
"I wil go up the mountain and challenge the monster."

There was the monster sure enough, But as the boy climbed and came nearer, the
monster looked definitel smaller. "This is very curious indeed", thought Miobi.
"The farther I run away from the monster the larger it seems, the nearer I am to
it, the smaller it seems."

When at last Miobi reached the cave, he found no monster - but a quiet little
thing as small as a frog, which purred; and he brought it home as a pet.
When the villagers saw him return, they wanted to make a hero of him for killing
the monster, but he explained just what had happened and how he had brought the
monster home as a pet. "What was its' name?" The monster answered, "I have many
names. Some call me famine, and some pestilence: but the most pitiable of humans
give me their own names." Then it yawned and added, " But most people call me
What Might Happen."

May the presence and blessing of your God give you the courage to realise that
nothing can ever be as bad as our panic-driven, groundless fears.

# Big A, Scotland #



From this breath forward, I undertake a vow of non-harming
From this breath forward, I will bring no harm to myself or others
Through my thoughts, through my words, or through my actions.
From this breath forward, I stop the war.
And I vow to seek what is true through kindness and mercy and gentleness.

I will harm myself no more.
I will harm myself no more.
However I have suffered, however others have brought suffering to me,
From this breath forward I undertake a practice of non-harming.
To heal what needs to be healed
And to listen most carefully to what is deeply true to my heart and my body.

I will not push or criticize or hurt myself in any way.
I will treat my wounds with kindness.
I will hold my weakness with kindness.
I will watch my clumsiness with kindness.
I will walk on the earth with kindness.
And I will do myself no harm.I will harm no more.


In early 80's I started to get some warnings about problems in my drinking. After
a long experience of driving after drinks I was involved in a minor accident and
a breath test was required. I did not think that I would have anything to worry
about. I was coming home after a lunch in the pub where I only had couple of
beers. The reading was .211! I don't expect I need to explain why.

About twelve months later I got rowdy in a party with workmates and their
families. It was very embarrassing, and I had no idea of how it had come about.
Yet another twelve months later my wife said one day that I had a problem with
alcohol, that I couldn't stop drinking if I tried. I couldn't accept that so the
next few days I went without drink to prove I had no problem.

At the time we lived in a small community built around a huge alumina operation
in the bush of Northern Territory, in Australia's wild north. Six months later I
reluctantly admitted, to myself, that all was not well with my drinking, and
started looking for answers to questions I didn't know how to ask.

Our township had the services of a catholic church community worker who had the
role of a counsellor among other things, but when I approached her, I found that
she didn't really have any answers to my questions. Not that my questions were so
well formed either. All of my drinking life I had been switching channels or
turned the pages away from any discussion about problems to do with booze. I was
so unbelievably ignorant!

The community worker got back to me later and told me about a service she had
found in Darwin, the territory capital. It was an alcohol dependence treatment
unit attached to the major hospital in Darwin. I was astounded. I was not -
whatever it was they were dealing with - alcohol addicted, or something! But, I
didn't have any other way of finding out what in the blazes was going on!

A few weeks later I took some leave from my job and went to Darwin. Getting into
the ADT Unit, they even took away the Serapax that I had started using in the
last few months. How was I going to sleep now? It was all very confusing, and I
guess I was frightened out of my skull. Perhaps mostly about what I would be
discovering there about myself. Something in me had gone seriously wrong, and I
didn't know what it meant. Was this the end of me?

As you may guess by now, I discovered that I was an alcoholic! I had to get my
system clear of alcohol over the next ten days before I was allowed to take part
in a session organised by the local AA groups who sent a couple of their members
to speak to the "clients" in the Unit about Alcoholic Anonymous. The next week I
attended an AA meeting in one of the bigger Darwin venues. Some 50 people there
as far as I could see. Were ALL these people alcoholics? I found it hard to
believe at first. I came away from that meeting with a feeling that I had got
close to the end of the line, but that there still could be something left for me
in this life. I didn't know what, but I had been given Hope!

There's a lot more about AA in Australia, just the same as anywhere else in the
world. Because I was born in Finland, it has often crossed my mind that I
wouldn't mind attending an AA meeting in that country. What mostly seems
intriguing to me is how the language works there. I mean, I learned a new
language in AA in Australia. How would all those slogans and prayers and such
translate to that very different language?

I still had to go back home, to my little town in the middle of nowhere. What was
my alcoholic life going to be like there? I was given a phone number of a member
of AA in my hometown! Wow, I had no idea that they were even there! In fact, it
wasn't quite as simple as that. The ex-drunks in our town were small in number,
low on sobriety too, and, I think all, excepting one, were shift workers. A
meeting was set once a week on a Wednesday night at a room in the small local
hospital. After coming home and ringing the contact number, I was lucky to find
that two members were actually having a meeting the same week I got back.

It all was very new, things were confusing, and I was tentative, in all ways. I
was five weeks sober. These guys were talking about fishing and the weather!
After that night I wasn't sure I wanted to go back. But of course I did. What
else could I have done? Meetings usually took place when two or more of us were
not on shift, working. To me it worked out like an average of one meeting per
month. I didn't stay sober for very long. I had my next drink about three months
later. And I kept dropping back to drink over the next 18 months, time and again.
I had to get out of there, I had to find AA as I had seen it in Darwin.

I had a major disagreement with my wife about moving out of that place. I think
I'm lucky that she eventually agreed to our move. I just had to go, I was so
helpless. At least I had my family still with me when I finally reached my
sobriety in the small coastal city of Gladstone in central Queensland, on the
eastern seaboard of Australia. I still had one major break into boozing in
Gladstone but, drying out at our local hospital I had all the help of the local
AA members, counsellors from the health department and what not, who helped me to
find my feet. I even had my AA friends there take me to the hospital, sick and
drunk, when I phoned them from my home. One of them was my sponsor, a quiet man
of some unbelievable 18 years of sobriety! Eight months later, with six, totally
sober months under my belt and feeling a completely transformed man, I did my
Fourth Step with that man. I had made it!

I still came to lose my family, in sobriety no less. Until then I had just
assumed that it was one of those things that happened to us while we were
drinking. Later I learned that it wasn't as exceptional as I had imagined it to
be. Some of the spouses are the kind that naturally gravitate to marry a sick
person such as an alcoholic. My ex-wife conceded to me afterwards that she
thought I was an alcoholic the first time she met me. She claimed to have told me
that long before the time she challenged my drinking in 1983. If she did, it must
have passed me by just the same as any other information about booze problems I
kept turning away from in my days of active alcoholism. Our split happened in
1990, three years after I gained my sobriety. After a severe grieving where my AA
friends were instrumental in helping me to hold on to my hard fought sanity, I
made the move to Brisbane.

I had been planning this move for a long time. My Higher Power had been calling
me to get into service, and still demanded more. It has been a process of my
Higher Power leading me, almost like a blind person, to the study that I'm doing
now. First, I thought it meant that I was to become a counsellor. Now I believe
it is more than that. I still don't know where exactly it is leading me to but
I'm happy to follow. Whatever it is, it sure beats where I've come from.

# Paavo, Australia #


MoM's 1st Birthday

It was August 1994 the Meeting of Minds Group - "MoM "- celebrated its 1st
Birthday on the Electronic  Highway. Guided by the experience of the established
"Lamp-Lighters" we sallied forth into the unknown - Cyberspace - not knowing what
to expect, only with hindsight can we say, 'it was, perhaps, just as well that we
didn't know.' However, I can safely say, the experience to date has been beyond
my wildest dreams. It has been a revelation for some of us who could never have
envisaged having friends to share our ESH with in so many countries around the
world, bringing joy, hope, everlasting fellowship and love right into our own
hearts and homes. Miracles are happening every day, it is doing the impossible
that takes just a little longer.

# Ralph, Scotland #



Hi Gang, here is something I picked up. You might enjoy it.

1.	I decided I could handle any emotional problems if other people
	would just quit trying to run my life.

2.	I firmly believe that there is no greater power than myself and
	anyone who says differently is insane.

3.	I made a decision to remove my will and my life from God, who
	didn't understand me anyhow.

4.	I made a searching and thorough moral inventory of everyone I
	know, so they couldn't fool me and take advantage of my good nature.

5.	I sought these people out and tried to get them to admit to me, by God,
	the nature of their wrongs.

6.	I became willing to help these people to get rid of their defects
	of character.

7.	I was humble enough to ask these people to remove their shortcomings

8.	I kept a list of all the people who had harmed me and waited
	patiently for a chance to get even with them.

9.	I got even with these people when ever possible except when
	to do so would get me into trouble.

10.	I continue to take everyone's inventory and when they are
	wrong, which is most of the time, I promptly make them admit it.

11.	Sought through the concentra tion of my will power to get God,
	who didn't understand me any how, to see that my ideas were
	best and he ought to give me the power to carry them out.

12.	Having maintained my emotional problems with these steps, I can
	thoroughly recommend them to others who don't want to lose
	their hard earned status, but wish to be left alone to practice
	neurosis in everything they do for the rest of their days.

# Herm #


The Dublin Report

Hello, group. Got back from Dublin early yesterday evening, but went to bed
for a couple of hours immediately.

That was my first time flying in over twenty years, but after the initial what-
happened-to-my-stomach feeling I found I quite enjoyed it. Did NOT like looking
out the window when the plane was banking--well, maybe I did, kind of.

Had a ball with Laura and Jack playing at tourists. You should have seen us
draped in cameras and camcorders, trudging round wet Dublin. We took a tour bus
and discovered that all the statues of famous folk have nicknames. The statue of
James Joyce is known as "the prat with the hat" (or "the pr*** with the stick");
Molly Malone is known as "the tart with the cart" or "the dish with the fish".
There's a huge modern sculpture of a reclining female in the middle of O'Connell
Street which normally has fountains, but they've been turned off for the duration
of the world cup to stop the drunks cavorting. Oh, the statue's known as "the
floozie in the jacuzzi".

Went to a meeting on Sunday night with Laura while our spouses went home to
bed (separately). Great meeting, but the taxi driver really didn't want to let us
get out. Seemed like we'd picked a really rough area with severe drug problems,
where unsuspecting tourists get assaulted and robbed.

Across the road from the meeting place was a catholic church which houses the
remains of the Blessed Matt Talbot. I know about about him because there's a
shelter in Glasgow run by the Talbot Association which gives a mattress on the
floor to derelict drunks and derelicts. There's a meeting in the Talbot Centre
that is the first meeting for some of AA's greatest miracles in this part of the

Laura's got several more days in Dublin before heading off to explore some of the
rest of Ireland. She'll be offline a couple of weeks and although she says it'll
be a nice rest, her husband isn't convinced she won't have withdrawal symptoms.
This is her longest spell away from email and electronic recovery for a number of
years. She sends love to all you guys and promises a full report on those Irish
meetings.E-hugs all.

# Eddie #



A man with no ears walks into a bar for a couple of drinks.  The bartender,
walking over to get his drink order, realizes the man has no ears. He stops
immediately and just stands there staring at the man with no ears.

Paranoid as he is, the earless man quickly barks at the bartender, "What are you
staring at?!"  The bartender snaps out of his trance and says, "Sorry! I was
looking at your beautiful teeth. And, you should take care of those teeth so they
don't fall out like mine." (The bartender takes out his teeth to show the earless

The earless man then notices a man at the end of the bar staring at him.  Once
again, the earless man quickly snaps, "What are you staring at?!"  The man at the
end of the bar says, "Sorry! I was staring at you beautiful hair. You should take
care of your hair so it doesn't fall out like mine." (The man takes his hat off
to show the man his bald head.)

Then a few minutes later, a drunk staggers up beside the earless man and begins
staring at him.  And for a third time the earless man barks, "What are you
staring at?! The drunk says, "Sorry! I was staring at your beautiful eyes. You
should take care of those eyes. 'Cause if you don't you sure as hell can't wear

# John B. #


The Station

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long
trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out of the windows we
drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a
crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside of smoke pouring from a power
plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains
and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a
certain hour we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags
waving. Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces
of our life will come together like a jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the
isles damning the minutes for loitering - waiting, waiting, waiting for the

"When we reach the station, that will be it"! we cry. "When I'm 18". "When I buy
a new 450sl merc!"When I get the kid through college. "when I have paid off the
mortgage!". "when I get a promotion." "When I reach the age of retirement I shall
live happily ever after".

Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at
once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream.
It constantly outdistances us.

"Relish the moment " is a good motto, especially when coupled with psalm 118:24
"This is the day which the lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."  it
isn't the burdens of of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over
yesterday and fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of

SO stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead climb more mountains,
eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, laugh more often, cry less. Life must
be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.

# by Robert Hastings #


S A N  D I E G O

International Convention Alcoholics Anonymous


"A. A.  E V E R Y W H E R E    A N Y W H E R E"

JUNE 29  JULY 2 1995 San Diego, California

    AA's 60th BIRTHDAY   

1995 International Convention, P.O. Box 3258, Ventura, CA 93003-7797



A Support Network For Recovering Alcoholics/Drug Addicts.

Did you know that 4 million people in this country are "wired"? That memberships
in commercial on line services such as CompuServe, Genie and Prodigy are
currently growing at 30 % per year? Or that computer addiction is a serious,
real, if not yet widespread problem? (Miller, 93). These facts and others are
part of explaining what computer bulletin boards (BB's) are and how they are
being used by recovering drug addicts/alcoholics seeking to enhance their
recovery. My experiences as a recovering addict/alcoholic who now uses a recovery
BB regularly is set forth as a case study.

For recovering drug addicts/alcoholics, the therapeutic value of these BB's is
tremendous. Addicts/alcoholics consistently leave notes indicating that they feel
the care and concern of fellow BB members, and that this assists them in their
efforts to remain drug free.

Today, approximately 10% of Americans use their personal computer for
communications, and that number is growing at 30% per year. Fifteen  million
people in 50 different countries are connected to electronic information
networks. The Internet is a network of networks, providing worldwide, personal
communications and data transferal, between thousands of regional networks. It is
growing at 15% a month. Within this vast, incomprehensible system of information
exchange, there are 3,500 BB's. (Miller, 93) These BB's are formats where people
read and write notes on a subject, for all interested parties to view.  Common
interest groups form new BB's every day.

This results in the feeling of being supported by people familiar with and
experienced with that particular ailment. People seek others experience with
these various medical problems in order to feel better prepared to face them, and
because being supported by others who have had similar problems increases a
person's confidence that they can cope with the problem.

The extent of the population of recovering drug addicts /alcoholics who
participate worldwide on these forums (local and national) is unknown, but it is
extensive and growing rapidly. From newcomers to people with many years drug
free, addicts with computers have discovered a means of support and a way to
exchange information that compliments their meeting attendance and other recovery
tools. As a common interest group among others on these networks, the drug addict
one is unique in that recovery from drug addiction requires peer support for it
to be successful.  Addicts/alcoholics exchanging stories and emotional support
are not just engaged in an adjunct to therapy, that is their therapy.

What addicts/alcoholics receive for their participation in these electronic
support groups (ESG's) is "24 hour availability, selective participation in
entering and responding to messages, anonymity and privacy, immediate and/or
delayed responding, and recording of transmissions" (Sparks 93). This is
different from meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) and Narcotics Anonymous
(NA), where members share only once, or not at all, during the hour they are
together as a group. Sometimes members volunteer to post selected daily readings
from recovery affirmation books to the ESG, thus providing additional positive
support material to be shared by all.

My use of the recovery ESG on Prodigy began a little over a month ago. The
excitement of making new electronic friends who are also in recovery, my desire
to do research on this population, my own need for support and my desire to help
others, and personal involvement's that have come out of my BB participation have
all combined to keep me glued to the keyboard.  I have learned  how this new
electronic forum offers addicts an approach to therapy that works for many.

There are advantages and disadvantages to the sharing of recovery tools and
experiences this way. Among the advantages I have experienced are the
thoughtfulness of the replies to issues that recovering addicts face in common.
Writing is different from spoken conversation in that thoughts can be formed more
slowly and edited more carefully. The experiences and personal triumphs, as they
are expressed in written form, often seem more powerful and clearer than similar
messages shared in person at a meeting of AA or NA.

Words on a screen also allow people to communicate without any barriers due to
prejudice based on appearance or age. However, this same sense of anonymity can
create a problem. "Because the nuances of facial expression, body language and
tone of voice are missing, it is also easy to misunderstand intentions, and to be
drawn into a heated argument that would have never happened in a face-to-face
conversation" (Rhiengold 93). Guides to proper BB etiquette refer to this
phenomena as "Flaming" and warn BB users to not react when they think that
someone is being challenging and rude. An example of the "flaming" phenomena was
a recent post in which someone stated they were tired of newcomers complaining.
This was interpreted by many to be a strong criticism of a particular new person.
A heated debate began, in which some members got their feelings hurt. Apologies
were later offered and accepted, and a discussion of how easily motives are
misconstrued in this forum was generated by this.

Participating in an exchange of written words feels like a conversation and one
tends to forget that the readers have none of the normal clues to detect off-hand
remarks or sarcastic wit or rhetorical questions. To avoid this, experienced BB
users will insert what are called emoicons in to their writing to convey the mood
in which to set the words against. An example I've encountered frequently is
 which means very big grin, and tells the reader that the writer is trying
to be funny.

The ESG on Prodigy offers a means for the regular members to keep each other
informed of the progress of their recovery. It is listed on Prodigy under the
medical support section. There is also an alcohol abuse ESG on Prodigy in this
same section. Some recovering addicts are participants in both forums. The
Alcohol Abuse BB is much larger than the Drug Abuse one. This follows the pattern
in the world today, where Alcoholics Anonymous is much larger and older that
Narcotics Anonymous. In one recent 30 day period, there were 473 different notes
posted on 82 different subjects and 3,179 replies posted to these notes. A
participant may choose to only read notes, to reply to a note on a subject, to
reply to a reply, to start a new note on that subject, or to create a new

Other times someone may start a new subject to request advice on the meetings in
Houston, TX where they plan to go on vacation, and will generally receive a few
replies. Attendance at meetings of AA and NA function to provide the recovering
addict with contact with others who have experienced the struggle to stay off of
drugs. A close support group and a lot of sound advice is available.

The therapeutic value lies in the undeniable hope that the newcomer receives.
When face to face with people who have recovered, it is not likely that someone
can fail to see how this is possible for them too. Older members gain from this
exchange, and grow to rely on each other for assistance to stay on the path of
recovery. The therapy inherit in the exchange of experience, strength and hope on
this ESG is real, valuable, and in many ways, unique to this format.

# Storm #

List of sources:
Miller, Michale W. "Contact High" Wall Steet Journal.
Rheingold Howard "Cold knowlege and Social Warmth", Newsweek.
Sparks, Susan N.,"Exploring Electronic Support Groups," American Journal of Nursing.



At my home group on Tuesday past, I heard the chairman make reference to 'honest
in all our affairs' This reminded me of a tale told to me as being true- which
means it probably isn't- and it goes.....This man sharing at a top table was
talking about honesty but explained that as he was now retired and his old banger
of a car needed tyres he may be tempted if something came along his way. He
continued at great length to explain how *he* worked his programme and does *try*
to be honest in all *his* affairs. Provided he can live with himself and put his
head on the pillow at night and sleep with *HIS* conscience then *he* is
comfortable.  At this a note from the body of the hall was passed to him saying,
"what size of tyres do you need". In How it Works it states, "spiritual progress
rather than spiritual perfection".

# Peter #

What Did You Do Today?

So you've been around for quite a while, helping to spread AA.
You've worked like hell since you first came in but what did you do today?
I heard your pitch, it was kind of long, you really told them how.
You worked the Steps in '56 but how are you working them now?

Do you still get up from your soft warm bed when someone is in trouble?
Do you grab your hat and your AA book and get there on the double?
Or have you forgotten the early times when you were sort of new.
Maybe you've been around so long that AA is old hat to you.

Maybe you're one of the senior saints, sober and satisfied,
and you've forgotten when you were sick and when you damn near died?
Maybe I shouldn't bring it up, maybe you're too blase.
But just for the hell of it Mister, what did you do today?

Have you been around so cock-eyed long you leave it to Harry or Sam.
Cause you're not your brothers keeper and you just don't give a damn?
Maybe tonight the fights are on or you're  going to the old ball game.
So what the hell if the guy is sick he has only himself to blame.

Well, Mister, you have a perfect right to work your own AA,
and I know you'll do it your way no matter what I say.
But tonight before you go to bed just look in the  glass and  pray
that 	you and the Lord  know the answer to WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY?

# Anonymous #

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