My name is Doug and I am an alcoholic. When I entered into a Rehabilitation Program, I had no idea I was signing up to become a member of Alcoholics Anonymous. I am one of the lucky ones, my higher power provided me with the willingness to accept my illness, listen and do what I was told. My first “real” A. A. meeting was the Saturday “Wake Up With Bill W” meeting, I can vividly remember all of the other 13 alcoholics that were there, I was greeted as soon as I walked in, handed several business cards, felt welcome and safe, albeit nervous. Of course the meeting was all about me, I cried and gave my first mini-lead (without knowing it). The group secretary would not let me leave the meeting without obtaining a sponsor, I did my first 7 steps with that sponsor.
Since my rehab met everyday downtown and I had to be up anyway, I first started my day at the BRC every morning at seven. I was given a roster and quickly learned everyone’s name. I shared probably too often, but felt comfortable doing so. After several weeks, I felt that I had 20 plus sponsors as well as my primary one. I listened and learned….getting down on your knees every morning and evening helped you with humility….you go to meetings to see how people stay sober and see what happens to people who don’t go to meetings….and that, I would always be green, among many others.
I met a former co-worker at the BRC S.O.S. (Saturday evening meeting), and he has helped me greatly in the program and in developing those important fellowship bonds.
Eight or nine months in, I was actually asked to help make meatballs for the annual Spaghetti Dinner and was overwhelmed, I was still somewhat out of my comfort zone when it came to socializing with others before and after the meetings. However, I put on my big boy pants and went and made meatballs! We were in need of some additional ingredients and I was volunteered to go to the store with my new sponsor’s sponsor. He is one of those big guys/trusted servants with 30 years of sobriety, I was a little intimidated, but went and we had a great conversation. This past year, I once again helped to make meatballs, this time, two “newbies” were there and I felt so happy for them, on the same journey as I and all of others in this wonderful Fellowship.