↣ [PDF]- Read Alcoholics Anonymous: The Original Text of the Life-Changing Landmark, Deluxe Edition ⇼ Kindle Ebook By Bill W. ∘ ↣ [PDF]- Read Alcoholics Anonymous: The Original Text of the Life-Changing Landmark, Deluxe Edition ⇼ Kindle Ebook By Bill W. ∘ FOREWORDWe, of Alcoholics Anonymous, are than one hundred men and women who have recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body To show other alcoholics PRECISELY HOW WE HAVE RECOVERED is the main purpose of this book For them, we hope these pages will prove so convincing that no further authentication will be necessary We think this account of our experiences will help everyone to better understand the alcoholic Many do not comprehend that the alcoholic is a very sick person And besides, we are sure that our way of living has its advantages for all.It is important that we remain anonymous because we are too few, at present, to handle the overwhelming number of personal appeals which may result from this publication Being mostly business or professional folk we could not well carry on our occupations in such an event We would like it understood that our alcoholic work is an avocation.When writing or speaking publicly about alcoholism, we urge each of our Fellowship to omit his personal name, designating himself instead as A Member of Alcoholics Anonymous.Very earnestly we ask the press also, to observe this request, for otherwise we shall be greatly handicapped.We are not an organization in the conventional sense of the word There are no fees nor dues whatsoever The only requirement for membership is an honest desire to stop drinking We are not allied with any particular faith, sect or denomination, nor do we oppose anyone We simply wish to be helpful to those who are afflicted.We shall be interested to hear from those who are getting results from this book, particularly from those who have commenced work with other alcoholics We should like to be helpful to such cases.Inquiry by scientific, medical, and religious societies will be welcomed.ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS.THE DOCTORS OPINIONWe of Alcoholics Anonymous believe that the reader will be interested in the medical estimate of the plan of recovery described in this book Convincing testimony must surely come from medical men who have had experience with the sufferings of our members and have witnessed our return to health A well known doctor, chief physician at a nationally prominent hospital specializing in alcoholic and drug addiction, gave Alcoholics Anonymous this letter To Whom It May Concern I have specialized in the treatment of alcoholism for many years.About four years ago I attended a patient who, though he had been a competent business man of good earning capacity, was an alcoholic of a type I had come to regard as hopeless.In the course of his third treatment he acquired certain ideas concerning a possible means of recovery As part of his rehabilitation he commenced to present his conceptions to other alcoholics, impressing upon them that they must do likewise with still others This has become the basis of a rapidly growing fellowship of these men and their families This man and over one hundred others appear to have recovered.I personally know thirty of these cases who were of the type with whom other methods had failed completely.These facts appear to be of extreme medical importance because of the extraordinary possibilities of rapid growth inherent in this group they may mark a new epoch in the annals of alcoholism These men may well have a remedy for thousands of such situations.You may rely absolutely on anything they say about themselves.Very truly yours, Signed M.D.The physician who, at our request, gave us this letter, has been kind enough to enlarge upon his views in another statement which follows In this statement he confirms what we who have suffered alcoholic torture must believethat the body of the alcoholic is quite as abnormal as his mind It did not satisfy us to be told that we could not control our drinking just because we were maladjusted to life, that we were in full flight from reality, or were outright mental defectives These things were true to some extent, in fact, to a considerable extent with some of us But we are sure that our bodies were sickened as well In our belief, any picture of the alcoholic which leaves out this physical factor is incomplete.The doctors theory that we have an allergy to alcohol interests us As laymen, our opinion as to its soundness may, of course, mean little But as ex alcoholics, we can say that his explanation makes good sense It explains many things for which we cannot otherwise account.Though we work out our solution on the spiritual as well as an altruistic plane, we favor hospitalization for the alcoholic who is very jittery or befogged More often than not, it is imperative that a mans brain be cleared before he is approached, as he has then a better chance of understanding and accepting what we have to offer.The doctor writes The subject presented in this book seems to me to be of paramount importance to those afflicted with alcoholic addiction.I say this after many years experience as Medical Director of one of the oldest hospitals in the country treating alcoholic and drug addiction.There was, therefore, a sense of real satisfaction when I was asked to contribute a few words on a subject which is covered in such masterly detail in these pages.We doctors have realized for a long time that some form of moral psychology was of urgent importance to alcoholics, but its application presented difficulties beyond our conception What with our ultra modern standards, our scientific approach to everything, we are perhaps not well equipped to apply the powers of good that lie outside our synthetic knowledge.About four years ago one of the leading contributors to this book came under our care in this hospital and while here he acquired some ideas which he put into practical application at once.Later, he requested the privilege of being allowed to tell his story to other patients here and with some misgiving, we consented The cases we have followed through have been most interesting in fact, many of them are amazing The unselfishness of these men as we have come to know them, the entire absence of profit motive, and their community spirit, is indeed inspiring to one who has labored long and wearily in this alcoholic field They believe in themselves, and still in the Power which pulls chronic alcoholics back from the gates of death.Of course an alcoholic ought to be freed from his physical craving for liquor, and this often requires a definite hospital procedure, before psychological measures can be of maximum benefit.We believe, and so suggested a few years ago, that the action of alcohol on these chronic alcoholics is a manifestation of an allergy that the phenomenon of craving is limited to this class and never occurs in the average temperate drinker These allergic types can never safely use alcohol in any form at all and once having formed the habit and found they cannot break it, once having lost their self confidence, their reliance upon things human, their problems pile up on them and become astonishingly difficult to solve.Frothy emotional appeal seldom suffices The message which can interest and hold these alcoholic people must have depth and weight In nearly all cases, their ideals must be grounded in a power greater than themselves, if they are to re create their lives.If any feel that as psychiatrists directing a hospital for alcoholics we appear somewhat sentimental, let them stand with us a while on the firing line, see the tragedies, the despairing wives, the little children let the solving of these problems become a part of their daily work, and even of their sleeping moments, and the most cynical will not wonder that we have accepted and encouraged this movement We feel, after many years of experience, that we have found nothing which has contributed to the rehabilitation of these men than the altruistic movement now growing up among them.Men and women drink essentially because they like the effect produced by alcohol The sensation is so elusive that, while they admit it is injurious, they cannot after a time differentiate the true from the false To them, their alcoholic life seems the only normal one They are restless, irritable and discontented, unless they can again experience the sense of ease and comfort which comes at once by taking a few drinksdrinks which they see others taking with impunity After they have succumbed to the desire again, as so many do, and the phenomenon of craving develops, they pass through the well known stages of a spree, emerging remorseful, with a firm resolution not to drink again This is repeated over and over, and unless this person can experience an entire psychic change there is very little hope of his recovery.On the other handand strange as this may seem to those who do not understandonce a psychic change has occurred, the very same person who seemed doomed, who had so many problems he despaired of ever solving them, suddenly finds himself easily able to control his desire for alcohol, the only effort necessary being that required to follow a few simple rules.Men have cried out to me in sincere and despairing appeal Doctor, I cannot go on like this I have everything to live for I must stop, but I cannot You must help me Faced with this problem, if a doctor is honest with himself, he must sometimes feel his own inadequacy Although he gives all that is in him, it often is not enough One feels that something than human power is needed to produce the essential psychic change Though the aggregate of recoveries resulting from psychiatric effort is considerable, we physicians must admit we have made little impression upon the problem as a whole Many types do not respond to the ordinary psychological approach.I do not hold with those who believe that alcoholism is entirely a problem of mental control I have had many men who had, for example, worked a period of months on some problem or business deal which was to be settled on a certain date, favorably to them They took a drink a day or so prior to the date, and then the phenomenon of craving at once became paramount to all other interests so that the important appointment was not met These men were not drinking to escape they were drinking to overcome a craving beyond their mental control.There are many situations which arise out of the phenomenon of craving which cause men to make the supreme sacrifice rather than continue to fight.The classification of alcoholics seems most difficult, and in much detail is outside the scope of this book There are, of course, the psychopaths who are emotionally unstable We are all familiar with this type They are always going on the wagon for keeps They are over remorseful and make many resolutions, but never a decision.There is the type of man who is unwilling to admit that he cannot take a drink He plans various ways of drinking He changes his brand or his environment There is the type who always believes that after being entirely free from alcohol for a period of time he can take a drink without danger There is the manic depressive type, who is, perhaps, the least understood by his friends, and about whom a whole chapter could be written.Then there are types entirely normal in every respect except in the effect alcohol has upon them They are often able, intelligent, friendly people.All these, and many others, have one symptom in common they cannot start drinking without developing the phenomenon of craving This phenomenon, as we have suggested, may be the manifestation of an allergy which differentiates these people, and sets them apart as a distinct entity It has never been, by any treatment with which we are familiar, permanently eradicated The only relief we have to suggest is entire abstinence.This immediately precipitates us into a seething cauldron of debate Much has been written pro and con, but among physicians, the general opinion seems to be that most chronic alcoholics are doomed.What is the solution Perhaps I can best answer this by relating an experience of two years ago.About one year prior to this experience a man was brought in to be treated for chronic alcoholism He had but partially recovered from a gastric hemorrhage and seemed to be a case of pathological mental deterioration He had lost everything worth while in life and was only living, one might say, to drink He frankly admitted and believed that for him there was no hope Following the elimination of alcohol, there was found to be no permanent brain injury He accepted the plan outlined in this book One year later he called to see me, and I experienced a very strange sensation I knew the man by name, and partly recognized his features, but there all resemblance ended From a trembling, despairing, nervous wreck, had emerged a man brimming over with self reliance and contentment I talked with him for some time, but was not able to bring myself to feel that I had known him before To me he was a stranger, and so he left me More than three years have now passed with no return to alcohol.When I need a mental uplift, I often think of another case brought in by a physician prominent in New York City The patient had made his own diagnosis, and deciding his situation hopeless, had hidden in a deserted barn determined to die He was rescued by a searching party, and, in desperate condition, brought to me Following his physical rehabilitation, he had a talk with me in which he frankly stated he thought the treatment a waste of effort, unless I could assure him, which no one ever had, that in the future he would have the will power to resist the impulse to drink.His alcoholic problem was so complex, and his depression so great, that we felt his only hope would be through what we then called moral psychology, and we doubted if even that would have any effect.However, he did become sold on the ideas contained in this book He has not had a drink for than three years I see him now and then and he is as fine a specimen of manhood as one could wish to meet.I earnestly advise every alcoholic to read this book through, and though perhaps he came to scoff, he may remain to pray.CHAPTER 1BILLS STORYWar fever ran high in the New England town to which we new, young officers from Plattsburg were assigned, and we were flattered when the first citizens took us to their homes, making us feel heroic Here was love, applause, war moments sublime with intervals hilarious I was part of life at last, and in the midst of the excitement I discovered liquor I forgot the strong warnings and the prejudices of my people concerning drink In time we sailed for Over There I was very lonely and again turned to alcohol.We landed in England I visited Winchester Cathedral Much moved, I wandered outside My attention was caught by a doggerel on an old tombstone Here lies a Hampshire GrenadierWho caught his deathDrinking cold small beer.A good soldier is neer forgotWhether he dieth by musketOr by pot.Ominous warningwhich I failed to heed.Twenty two, and a veteran of foreign wars, I went home at last I fancied myself a leader, for had not the men of my battery given me a special token of appreciation My talent for leadership, I imagined, would place me at the head of vast enterprises which I would manage with utmost assurance.I took a night law course, and obtained employment as investigator for a surety company The drive for success was on Id prove to the world I was important My work took me about Wall Street and little by little I became interested in the market Many people lost moneybut some became very rich Why not I I studied economics and business as well as law Potential alcoholic that I was, I nearly failed my law course At one of the finals I was too drunk to think or write Though my drinking was not yet continuous, it disturbed my wife We had long talks when I would still her forebodings by telling her that men of genius conceived their best projects when drunk that the most majestic constructions of philosophic thought were so derived.By the time I had completed the course, I knew the law was not for me The inviting maelstrom of Wall Street had me in its grip Business and financial leaders were my heroes Out of this alloy of drink and speculation, I commenced to forge the weapon that one day would turn in its flight like a boomerang and all but cut me to ribbons Living modestly, my wife and I saved 1,000 It went into certain securities then cheap and rather unpopular I rightly imagined that they would some day have a great rise I failed to persuade my broker friends to send me out looking over factories and managements, but my wife and I decided to go anyway I had developed a theory that most people lost money in stocks through ignorance of markets I discovered many reasons later on.We gave up our positions and off we roared on a motorcycle, the sidecar stuffed with tent, blankets, change of clothes, and three huge volumes of a financial reference service Our friends thought a lunacy commission should be appointed Perhaps they were right I had had some success at speculation, so we had a little money, but we once worked on a farm for a month to avoid drawing on our small capital That was the last honest manual labor on my part for many a day We covered the whole eastern United States in a year At the end of it, my reports to Wall Street procured me a position there and the use of a large expense account The exercise of an option brought in money, leaving us with a profit of several thousand dollars for that year.For the next few years fortune threw money and applause my way I had arrived My judgment and ideas were followed by many to the tune of paper millions The great boom of the late twenties was seething and swelling Drink was taking an important and exhilarating part in my life There was loud talk in the jazz places uptown Everyone spent in thousands and chattered in millions Scoffers could scoff and be damned I made a host of fair weather friends.My drinking assumed serious proportions, continuing all day and almost every night The remonstrances of my friends terminated in a row and I became a lone wolf There were many unhappy scenes in our sumptuous apartment There had been no real infidelity, for loyalty to my wife, helped at times by extreme drunkenness, kept me out of those scrapes.In 1929 I contracted golf fever We went at once to the country, my wife to applaud while I started out to overtake Walter Hagen Liquor caught up with me much faster than I came up behind Walter I began to be jittery in the morning Golf permitted drinking every day and every night It was fun to carom around the exclusive course which had inspired such awe in me as a lad I acquired the impeccable coat of tan one sees upon the well to do The local banker watched me whirl fat checks in and out of his till with amused skepticism.Abruptly in October 1929 hell broke loose on the New York stock exchange After one of those days of inferno, I wobbled from a hotel bar to a brokerage office It was eight oclockfive hours after the market closed The ticker still clattered I was staring at an inch of the tape which bore the inscription XYZ 32 It had been 52 that morning I was finished and so were many friends The papers reported men jumping to death from the towers of High Finance That disgusted me I would not jump I went back to the bar My friends had dropped several million since ten oclockso what Tomorrow was another day As I drank, the old fierce determination to win came back.Next morning I telephoned a friend in Montreal He had plenty of money left and thought I had better go to Canada By the following spring we were living in our accustomed style I felt like Napoleon returning from Elba No St Helena for me But drinking caught up with me again and my generous friend had to let me go This time we stayed broke.We went to live with my wifes parents I found a job then lost it as the result of a brawl with a taxi driver Mercifully, no one could guess that I was to have no real employment for five years, or hardly draw a sober breath My wife began to work in a department store, coming home exhausted to find me drunk I became an unwelcome hanger on at brokerage places.Liquor ceased to be a luxury it became a necessity Bathtub gin, two bottles a day, and often three, got to be routine Sometimes a small deal would net a few hundred dollars, and I would pay my bills at the bars and delicatessens This went on endlessly, and I began to waken very early in the morning shaking violently A tumbler full of gin followed by half a dozen bottles of beer would be required if I were to eat any breakfast Nevertheless, I still thought I could control the situation, and there were periods of sobriety which renewed my wifes hope.Gradually things got worse The house was taken over by the mortgage holder, my mother in law died, my wife and father in law became ill.Then I got a promising business opportunity Stocks were at the low point of 1932, and I had somehow formed a group to buy I was to share generously in the profits Then I went on a prodigious bender, and that chance vanished.I woke up This had to be stopped I saw I could not take so much as one drink I was through forever Before then, I had written lots of sweet promises, but my wife happily observed that this time I meant business And so I did.Shortly afterward I came home drunk There had been no fight Where had been my high resolve I simply didnt know It hadnt even come to mind Someone had pushed a drink my way, and I had taken it Was I crazy I began to wonder, for such an appalling lack of perspective seemed near being just that.Renewing my resolve, I tried again Some time passed, and confidence began to be replaced by cocksureness I could laugh at the gin mills Now I had what it takes One day I walked into a cafe to telephone In no time I was beating on the bar asking myself how it happened As the whiskey rose to my head I told myself I would manage better next time, but I might as well get good and drunk then And I did.The remorse, horror and hopelessness of the next morning are unforgettable The courage to do battle was not there My brain raced uncontrollably and there was a terrible sense of impending calamity I hardly dared cross the street, lest I collapse and be run down by an early morning truck, for it was scarcely daylight An all night place supplied me with a dozen glasses of ale My writhing nerves were stilled at last A morning paper told me the market had gone to hell again Well, so had I The market would recover, but I wouldnt That was a hard thought Should I kill myself Nonot now Then a mental fog settled down Gin would fix that So two bottles, andoblivion.The mind and body are marvelous mechanisms, for mine endured this agony two years Sometimes I stole from my wifes slender purse when the morning terror and madness were on me Again I swayed dizzily before an open window, or the medicine cabinet where there was poison, cursing myself for a weakling There were flights from city to country and back, as my wife and I sought escape Then came the night when the physical and mental torture was so hellish I feared I would burst through my window, sash and all Somehow I managed to drag my mattress to a lower floor, lest I suddenly leap A doctor came with a heavy sedative Next day found me drinking both gin and sedative This combination soon landed me on the rocks People feared for my sanity So did I I could eat little or nothing when drinking, and I was forty pounds under weight.My brother in law is a physician, and through his kindness and that of my mother I was placed in a nationally known hospital for the mental and physical rehabilitation of alcoholics Under the so called belladonna treatment my brain cleared Hydrotherapy and mild exercise helped much Best of all, I met a kind doctor who explained that though certainly selfish and foolish, I had been seriously ill, bodily and mentally.It relieved me somewhat to learn that in alcoholics the will is amazingly weakened when it comes to combating liquor, though it often remains strong in other respects My incredible behavior in the face of a desperate desire to stop was explained Understanding myself now, I fared forth in high hope For three or four months the goose hung high I went to town regularly and even made a little money Surely this was the answerself knowledge.But it was not, for the frightful day came when I drank once The curve of my declining moral and bodily health fell off like a ski jump After a time I returned to the hospital This was the finish, the curtain, it seemed to me My weary and despairing wife was informed that it would all end with heart failure during delirium tremens, or I would develop a wet brain, perhaps within a year She would soon have to give me over to the undertaker or the asylum.They did not need to tell me I knew, and almost welcomed the idea It was a devastating blow to my pride I, who had thought so well of myself and my abilities, of my capacity to surmount obstacles, was cornered at last Now I was to plunge into the dark, joining that endless procession of sots who had gone on before I thought of my poor wife There had been much happiness after all What would I not give to make amends But that was over now.No words can tell of the loneliness and despair I found in that bitter morass of self pity Quicksand stretched around me in all directions I had met my match I had been overwhelmed Alcohol was my master.Trembling, I stepped from the hospital a broken man Fear sobered me for a bit Then came the insidious insanity of that first drink, and on Armistice Day 1934, I was off again Everyone became resigned to the certainty that I would have to be shut up somewhere, or would stumble along to a miserable end How dark it is before the dawn In reality that was the beginning of my last debauch I was soon to be catapulted into what I like to call the fourth dimension of existence I was to know happiness, peace, and usefulness, in a way of life that is incredibly wonderful as time passes.Near the end of that bleak November, I sat drinking in my kitchen With a certain satisfaction I reflected there was enough gin concealed about the house to carry me through that night and the next day My wife was at work I wondered whether I dared hide a full bottle of gin near the head of our bed I would need it before daylight.My musing was interrupted by the telephone The cheery voice of an old school friend asked if he might come over He was sober It was years since I could remember his coming to New York in that condition I was amazed Rumor had it that he had been committed for alcoholic insanity I wondered how he had escaped Of course he would have dinner, and then I could drink openly with him Unmindful of his welfare, I thought only of recapturing the spirit of other days There was that time we had chartered an airplane to complete a jag His coming was an oasis in this dreary desert of futility The very thingan oasis Drinkers are like that.The door opened and he stood there, fresh skinned and glowing There was something about his eyes He was inexplicably different What had happened I pushed a drink across the table He refused it Disappointed but curious, I wondered what had got into the fellow He wasnt himself.Come, whats all this about I queried.He looked straight at me Simply, but smilingly, he said, Ive got religion.I was aghast So that was itlast summer an alcoholic crackpot now, I suspected, a little cracked about religion He had that starry eyed look Yes, the old boy was on fire all right But bless his heart, let him rant Besides, my gin would last longer than his preaching.But he did no ranting In a matter of fact way he told how two men had appeared in court, persuading the judge to suspend his commitment They had told of a simple religious idea and a practical program of action That was two months ago and the result was self evident It worked He had come to pass his experience along to meif I cared to have it I was shocked, but interested Certainly I was interested I had to be, for I was hopeless.He talked for hours Childhood memories rose before me I could almost hear the sound of the preachers voice as I sat, on still Sundays, way over there on the hillside there was that proffered temperance pledge I never signed my grandfathers good natured contempt of some church folk and their doings his insistence that the spheres really had their music but his denial of the preachers right to tell him how he must listen his fearlessness as he spoke of these things just before he died these recollections welled up from the past They made me swallow hard.That war time day in old Winchester Cathedral came back again.I had always believed in a power greater than myself I had often pondered these things I was not an atheist Few people really are, for that means blind faith in the strange proposition that this universe originated in a cipher and aimlessly rushes nowhere My intellectual heroes, the chemists, the astronomers, even the evolutionists, suggested vast laws and forces at work Despite contrary indications, I had little doubt that a mighty purpose and rhythm underlay all How could there be so much of precise and immutable law, and no intelligence I simply had to believe in a Spirit of the Universe, who knew neither time nor limitation But that was as far as I had gone.With ministers, and the worlds religions, I parted right there When they talked of a God personal to me, who was love, superhuman strength and direction, I became irritated and my mind snapped shut against such a theory.To Christ I conceded the certainty of a great man, not too closely followed by those who claimed Him His moral teachingmost excellent For myself, I had adopted those parts which seemed convenient and not too difficult the rest I disregarded.The wars which had been fought, the burnings and chicanery that religious dispute had facilitated, made me sick I honestly doubted whether, on balance, the religions of mankind had done any good Judging from what I had seen in Europe and since, the power of God in human affairs was negligible, the Brotherhood of Man a grim jest If there was a Devil, he seemed the Boss Universal, and he certainly had me.But my friend sat before me, and he made the point blank declaration that God had done for him what he could not do for himself His human will had failed Doctors had pronounced him incurable Society was about to lock him up Like myself, he had admitted complete defeat Then he had, in effect, been raised from the dead, suddenly taken from the scrap heap to a level of life better than the best he had ever known Had this power originated in him Obviously it had not There had been no power in him than there was in me at that minute and this was none at all.That floored me It began to look as though religious people were right after all Here was something at work in a human heart which had done the impossible My ideas about miracles were drastically revised right then Never mind the musty past here sat a miracle directly across the kitchen table He shouted great tidings.I saw that my friend was much than inwardly reorganized He was on a different footing His roots grasped a new soil.Despite the living example of my friend there remained in me the vestiges of my old prejudice The word God still aroused a certain antipathy When the thought was expressed that there might be a God personal to me this feeling was intensified I didnt like the idea I could go for such conceptions as Creative Intelligence, Universal Mind or Spirit of Nature but I resisted the thought of a Czar of the Heavens however loving His sway might be I have since talked with scores of men who felt the same way.My friend suggested what then seemed a novel idea He said, Why dont you choose your own conception of God That statement hit me hard It melted the icy intellectual mountain in whose shadow I had lived and shivered many years I stood in the sunlight at last.It was only a matter of being willing to believe in a power greater than myself Nothing was required of me to make my beginning.I saw that growth could start from that point Upon a foundation of complete willingness I might build what I saw in my friend Would I have it Of course I would Thus was I convinced that God is concerned with us humans when we want Him enough At long last I saw, I felt, I believed Scales of pride and prejudice fell from my eyes A new world came into view.The real significance of my experience in the Cathedral burst upon me For a brief moment, I had needed and wanted God There had been a humble willingness to have Him with meand He came But soon the sense of His Presence had been blotted out by worldly clamors, mostly those within myself And so it had been ever since How blind I had been.At the hospital I was separated from alcohol for the last time Treatment seemed wise, for I showed signs of delirium tremens.There I humbly offered myself to God, as I then understood Him, to do with me as He would I placed myself unreservedly under His care and direction I admitted for the first time that of myself I was nothing that without Him I was lost I ruthlessly faced my sins and became willing to have my new found Friend take them away, root and branch I have not had a drink since.My school mate visited me, and I fully acquainted him with my problems and deficiencies We made a list of people I had hurt or toward whom I felt resentment I expressed my entire willingness to approach these individuals, admitting my wrong Never was I to be critical of them I was to right all such matters to the utmost of my ability.I was to test my thinking by the new God consciousness within Common sense would thus become uncommon sense I was to sit quietly when in doubt, asking only for direction and strength to meet my problems as He would have me Never was I to pray for myself, except as my requests bore on my usefulness to others Then only might I expect to receive But that would be in great measure.My friend promised when these things were done I would enter upon a new relationship with my Creator that I would have the elements of a way of living which answered all my problems Belief in the power of God, plus enough willingness, honesty and humility to establish and maintain the new order of things, were the essential requirements.Simple, but not easy a price had to be paid It meant destruction of self centeredness I must turn in all things to the Father of Lights who presides over us all.These were revolutionary and drastic proposals, but the moment I fully accepted them, the effect was electric There was a sense of victory, followed by such a peace and serenity as I had never known There was utter confidence I felt lifted up, as though the great clean wind of a mountain top blew through and through God comes to most men gradually, but His impact on me was sudden and profound.For a moment I was alarmed, and called my friend, the doctor, to ask if I were still sane He listened in wonder as I talked.Finally he shook his head saying, Something has happened to you I dont understand But you had better hang on to it Anything is better than the way you were The good doctor now sees many men who have such experiences He knows they are real.While I lay in the hospital the thought came that there were thousands of hopeless alcoholics who might be glad to have what had been so freely given me Perhaps I could help some of them They in turn might work with others.My friend had emphasized the absolute necessity of demonstrating these principles in all my affairs Particularly was it imperative to work with others as he had worked with me Faith without works was dead, he said And how appallingly true for the alcoholic For if an alcoholic failed to perfect and enlarge his spiritual life through work and self sacrifice for others, he could not survive the certain trials and low spots ahead If he did not work, he would surely drink again, and if he drank, he would surely die Then faith would be dead indeed With us it is just like that.My wife and I abandoned ourselves with enthusiasm to the idea of helping other alcoholics to a solution of their problems It was fortunate, for my old business associates remained skeptical for a year and a half, during which I found little work I was not too well at the time, and was plagued by waves of self pity and resentment This sometimes nearly drove me back to drink I soon found that when all other measures failed, work with another alcoholic would save the day Many times I have gone to my old hospital in despair On talking to a man there, I would be amazingly lifted up and set on my feet It is a design for living that works in rough going.We commenced to make many fast friends and a fellowship has grown up among us of which it is a wonderful thing to feel a part The joy of living we really have, even under pressure and difficulty I have seen one hundred families set their feet in the path that really goes somewhere have seen the most impossible domestic situations righted feuds and bitterness of all sorts wiped out I have seen men come out of asylums and resume a vital place in the lives of their families and communities Business and professional men have regained their standing There is scarcely any form of trouble and misery which has not been overcome among us In one western city and its environs there are eighty of us and our families We meet frequently at our different homes, so that newcomers may find the fellowship they seek At these informal gatherings one may often see from 40 to 80 persons We are growing in numbers and power.An alcoholic in his cups is an unlovely creature Our struggles with them are variously strenuous, comic, and tragic One poor chap committed suicide in my home He could not, or would not, see our way of life.There is, however, a vast amount of fun about it all I suppose some would be shocked at our seeming worldliness and levity But just underneath there is deadly earnestness Faith has to work twenty four hours a day in and through us, or we perish.Most of us feel we need look no further for Utopia We have it with us right here and now Each day my friends simple talk in our kitchen multiplies itself in a widening circle of peace on earth and good will to men.CHAPTER 2THERE IS A SOLUTIONWe, of ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, know one hundred men who were once just as hopeless as Bill All have recovered They have solved the drink problem.We are average Americans All sections of this country and many of its occupations are represented, as well as many political, economic, social, and religious backgrounds We are people who normally would not mix But there exists among us a fellowship, a friendliness, and an understanding which is indescribably wonderful We are like the passengers of a great liner the moment after rescue from shipwreck when camaraderie, joyousness and democracy pervade the vessel from steerage to Captains table Unlike the feelings of the ships passengers, however, our joy in escape from disaster does not subside as we go our individual ways The feeling of having shared in a common peril is one element in the powerful cement which binds us But that in itself would never have held us together as we are now joined.The tremendous fact for every one of us is that we have discovered a common solution We have a way out on which we can absolutely agree, and upon which we can join in brotherly and harmonious action This is the great news this book carries to those who suffer alcoholism.An illness of this sortand we have come to believe it an illnessinvolves those about us in a way no other human sickness can If a person has cancer all are sorry for him and no one is angry or hurt But not so with the alcoholic illness, for with it there goes annihilation of all the things worth while in life It engulfs all whose lives touch the sufferers It brings misunderstanding, fierce resentment, financial insecurity, disgusted friends and employers, warped lives of blameless children, sad wives and parentsanyone can increase the list.We hope this volume will inform and comfort those who are, or who may be affected They are many.Highly competent psychiatrists who have dealt with us found it sometimes impossible to persuade an alcoholic to discuss his situation without reserve Strangely enough, wives, parents and intimate friends usually find us even unapproachable than do the psychiatrist and the doctor.But the ex alcoholic who has found this solution, who is properly armed with facts about himself, can generally win the entire confidence of another alcoholic in a few hours Until such an understanding is reached, little or nothing can be accomplished.That the man who is making the approach has had the same difficulty, that he obviously knows what he is talking about, that his whole deportment shouts at the new prospect that he is a man with a real answer, that he has no attitude of holier than thou, nothing whatever except the sincere desire to be helpful that there are no fees to pay, no axes to grind, no people to please, no lectures to be enduredthese are the conditions we found most effective After such an approach many take up their beds and walk again.None of us makes a sole vocation of this work, nor do we think its effectiveness would be increased if we did We feel that elimination of our drinking is but a beginning A much important demonstration of our principles lies before us in our respective homes, occupations, and affairs All of us spend much of our spare time in the sort of effort which we are going to describe A few are fortunate enough to be so situated that they can give nearly all of their time to the work.If we keep on the way we are going there is little doubt that much good will result, but the surface of the problem would hardly be scratched Those of us who live in large cities are overcome by the reflection that close by hundreds are dropping into oblivion every day Many could recover if they had the opportunity we have enjoyed How then shall we present that which has been so freely given us We have concluded to publish an anonymous volume setting forth the problem as we see it We shall bring to the task our combined experience and knowledge This should suggest a useful program for anyone concerned with a drinking problem.Of necessity there will have to be discussion of matters medical, psychiatric, social, and religious We are aware that these matters are, from their very nature, controversial Nothing would please us so much as to write a book which would contain no basis for contention or argument We shall do our utmost to achieve that ideal Most of us sense that real tolerance of other peoples shortcomings and viewpoints and a respect for their opinions are attitudes which make us useful to others Our very lives, as ex alcoholics, depend upon our constant thought of others and how we may help meet their needs.You may already have asked yourself why it is that all of us became so very ill from drinking Doubtless you are curious to discover how and why, in the face of expert opinion to the contrary, we have recovered from a hopeless condition of mind and body If you are an alcoholic who wants to get over it, you may already be askingWhat do I have to do It is the purpose of this book to answer such questions specifically We shall tell you what we have done Before going into a detailed discussion, it may be well to summarize some points as we see them.How many times people have said to us I can take it or leave it alone Why cant he Why dont you drink like a gentleman or quit That fellow cant handle his liquor Why dont you try beer and wine Lay off the hard stuff His will power must be weak He could stop if he wanted to Shes such a sweet girl, I should think hed stop for her The doctor told him that if he ever drank again it would kill him, but there he is all lit up again.Now these are commonplace observations on drinkers which we hear all the time Back of them is a world of ignorance and misunderstanding We see that these expressions refer to people whose reactions are very different from ours.Moderate drinkers have little trouble in giving up liquor entirely if they have good reason for it They can take it or leave it alone.Then we have a certain type of hard drinker He may have the habit badly enough to gradually impair him physically and mentally It may cause him to die a few years before his time If a sufficiently strong reasonill health, falling in love, change of environment, or the warning of a doctorbecomes operative, this man can also stop or moderate, although he may find it difficult and troublesome and may even need medical attention.But what about the real alcoholic He may start off as a moderate drinker he may or may not become a continuous hard drinker but at some stage of his drinking career he begins to lose all control of his liquor consumption, once he starts to drink.Here is the fellow who has been puzzling you, especially in his lack of control He does absurd, incredible, tragic things while drinking He is a real Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde He is seldom mildly intoxicated He is always or less insanely drunk His disposition while drinking resembles his normal nature but little He may be one of the finest fellows in the world Yet let him drink for a day, and he frequently becomes disgustingly, and even dangerously anti social He has a positive genius for getting tight at exactly the wrong moment, particularly when some important decision must be made or engagement kept He is often perfectly sensible and well balanced concerning everything except liquor, but in that respect is incredibly dishonest and selfish He often possesses special abilities, skills, and aptitudes, and has a promising career ahead of him He uses his gifts to build up a bright outlook for his family and himself, then pulls the structure down on his head by a senseless series of sprees He is the fellow who goes to bed so intoxicated he ought to sleep the clock around Yet early next morning he searches madly for the bottle he misplaced the night before If he can afford it, he may have liquor concealed all over his house to be certain no one gets his entire supply away from him to throw down the wastepipe As matters grow worse, he begins to use a combination of high powered sedative and liquor to quiet his nerves so he can go to work Then comes the day when he simply cannot make it and gets drunk all over again Perhaps he goes to a doctor who gives him morphine or some sedative with which to taper off Then he begins to appear at hospitals and sanitariums.This is by no means a comprehensive picture of the true alcoholic, as our behavior patterns vary But this description should identify him roughly.Why does he behave like this If hundreds of experiences have shown him that one drink means another debacle with all its attendant suffering and humiliation, why is it he takes that one drink Why cant he stay on the water wagon What has become of the common sense and will power that he still sometimes displays with respect to other matters Perhaps there never will be a full answer to these questions Opinions vary considerably as to why the alcoholic reacts differently from normal people We are not sure why, once a certain point is reached, little can be done for him We cannot answer the riddle.We know that while the alcoholic keeps away from drink as he may do for months or years, he reacts much like other men We are equally positive that once he takes any alcohol whatever into his system, something happens, both in the bodily and mental sense, which makes it virtually impossible for him to stop The experience of any alcoholic will abundantly confirm that.These observations would be academic and pointless if our friend never took the first drink thereby setting the terrible cycle in motion Therefore, the main problem of the alcoholic centers in his mind, rather than in his body If you ask him why he started on that last bender, the chances are he will offer you any one of a hundred alibis Sometimes these excuses have a certain plausibility, but none of them really make sense in the light of the havoc an alcoholics drinking bout creates They sound like the philosophy of the man who, having a headache, beat himself on the head with a hammer so that he couldnt feel the ache If you draw this fallacious reasoning to the attention of an alcoholic, he will laugh it off, or become irritated and refuse to talk.Once in a while he may tell the truth And the truth, strange to say, is usually that he has no idea why he took that first drink than you have Some drinkers have excuses with which they are satisfied part of the time But in their hearts they really do not know why they do it Once this malady has a real hold, they are a baffled lot There is the obsession that somehow, some day, they will beat the game But they often suspect they are down for the count.How true this is, few realize In a vague way their families and friends sense that these drinkers are abnormal, but everybody hopefully waits the day when the sufferer will rouse himself from his lethargy and assert his power of will.The tragic truth is that if the man be a real alcoholic, the happy day will seldom arrive He has lost control At a certain point in the drinking of every alcoholic, he passes into a state where the most powerful desire to stop drinking is of absolutely no avail This tragic situation has already arrived in practically every case long before it is suspected.The fact is that most alcoholics, for reasons yet obscure, have lost the power of choice in drink Our so called will power becomes practically non existent We are unable at certain times, to bring into our consciousness with sufficient force the memory of the suffering and humiliation of even a week or a month ago We are without defense against the first drink.The almost certain consequences that follow taking even a glass of beer do not crowd into the mind to deter us If these thoughts occur, they are hazy, and readily supplanted with the old threadbare idea that this time we shall handle ourselves like other people There is a complete failure of the kind of defense that keeps one from putting his hand on a hot stove.The alcoholic may say to himself in the most casual way, It wont burn me this time, so heres how Or perhaps he doesnt think at all How often have some of us begun to drink in this nonchalant way, and after the third or fourth, pounded on the bar and said to ourselves, For Gods sake, how did I ever get started again Only to have that thought supplanted by Well, Ill stop with the sixth drink Or Whats the use anyhow When this sort of thinking is fully established in an individual with alcoholic tendencies, he has probably placed himself beyond human aid, and unless locked up, may die, or go permanently insane These stark and ugly facts have been confirmed by legions of alcoholics throughout history But for the grace of God, there would have been one hundred convincing demonstrations So many want to stop, but cannot.There is a solution Almost none of us liked the self searching, the leveling of our pride, the confession of shortcomings which the process requires for its successful consummation But we saw that it really worked in others, and we had come to believe in the hopelessness and futility of life as we had been living it When, therefore, we were approached by those in whom the problem had been solved, there was nothing left for us but to pick up the simple kit of spiritual tools laid at our feet We have found much of heaven and we have been rocketed into a fourth dimension of existence, of which we had not even dreamed.The great fact is just this, and nothing less that we have had deep and effective spiritual experiences, which have revolutionized our whole attitude toward life, toward our fellows, and toward Gods universe The central fact of our lives today is the absolute certainty that our Creator has entered into our hearts and lives in a way which is indeed miraculous He has commenced to accomplish those things for us which we could never do by ourselves.If you are as seriously alcoholic as we were, we believe there is no middle of the road solution We were in a position where life was becoming impossible, and if we had passed into the region from which there is no return through human aid, we had but two alternatives one was to go on to the bitter end, blotting out the consciousness of our intolerable situation as best we could and the other, to accept spiritual help This we did because we honestly wanted to, and were willing to make the effort.A certain American business man had ability, good sense, and high character For years he had floundered from one sanitarium to another He had consulted the best known American psychiatrists Then he had gone to Europe, placing himself in the care of a celebrated physician who prescribed for him Though experience had made him skeptical, he finished his treatment with unusual confidence His physical and mental condition were unusually good Above all, he believed he had acquired such a profound knowledge of the inner workings of his mind and its hidden springs, that relapse was unthinkable Nevertheless, he was drunk in a short time More baffling still, he could give himself no satisfactory explanation for his fall.So he returned to this doctor, whom he admired, and asked him point blank why he could not recover He wished above all things to regain self control He seemed quite rational and well balanced with respect to other problems Yet he had no control whatever over alcohol Why was this He begged the doctor to tell him the whole truth, and he got it In the doctors judgment he was utterly hopeless he could never regain his position in society and he would have to place himself under lock and key, or hire a bodyguard if he expected to live long That was a great physicians opinion.But this man still lives, and is a free man He does not need a bodyguard, nor is he confined He can go anywhere on this earth where other free men may go without disaster, provided he remains willing to maintain a certain simple attitude.Some of our alcoholic readers may think they can do without spiritual help Let us tell you the rest of the conversation our friend had with his doctor.The doctor said You have the mind of a chronic alcoholic I have never seen one single case recover, where that state of mind existed to the extent that it does in you Our friend felt as though the gates of hell had closed on him with a clang.He said to the doctor, Is there no exception A 75th anniversary 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