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30. Our Southern Friend

Pioneer A.A., minister’s son, and southern farmer, “Who am I,” said he, “to say there is no God?”       FATHER IS AN Episcopal minister and his work takes him over long drives on bad roads. His parishioners are limited in number, but his friends are many, for to him race, creed, or social position make no

29. Joe’s Woes

These were only beginning when he hit Bellevue  for the thirty-fifth time. He still had the state hos-  pital ahead of him; and even after A.A., a heartbreak-  ing test of his new-found faith.       I NEVER DRANK in high school or in college, because I never went to high school or college. I’ve never been

28. They Lost Nearly All

      The twelve stories in this group tell of alcoholics at its miserable worst. Many tried everything—hospitals, special treatments, sanitariums, asylums, and jails. Nothing had worked. Loneliness, great physical and mental agony; these were the common lot. All had taken shattering losses on nearly every front of life. Some went on trying to live with alcohol.

27. New Vision For Sculptor

His conscience hurt him as much as his drinking.  But that was years ago.       I THINK that life, when I was growing up, was the most wonderful life that any kid ever had. My parents were very successful and every new luxury and every new beauty that came into the house was keenly appreciated by

26. Me An Alcoholic?

Barleycorn’s wringer squeezed this author—but he escaped quite whole.        WHEN I TRY to reconstruct what my life was like “before,” I see a coin with two faces.  One, the side I turned to myself and the world, was respectable—even, in some ways, distinguished. I was father, husband, taxpayer, home owner. I was club-man, athlete,

25. Stars Don’t Fall

A titled lady, her chief loss was self-respect. When the overcast lifted, the stars were there as before.        MY ALCOHOLIC PROBLEM began long before I drank. My personality, from the time I can remember anything, was the perfect set-up for an alcoholic career. I was always at odds with the entire world, not to

24. Physician, Heal Thyself!

Psychiatrist and surgeon, he had lost his way until he realized that God, not he, was the Great Healer.        I AM A PHYSICIAN, licensed to practice in a western state. I am also an alcoholic. In two ways I may be a little different from other alcoholics. First, we all hear at A.A. meetings

23. It Might Have Been Worse

Alcohol was a looming cloud in this banker’s bright sky. With rare foresight he realized it could become a tornado.        HOW CAN a person with a fine family, an attractive home, an excellent position and high standing in an important city become an alcoholic?  As I later found out through Alcoholics Anonymous, alcohol is

22. The Housewife Who Drank At Home

She hid her bottles in the clothes hampers and in the dresser drawers. She realized what she was be- coming. In A.A., she discovered she had lost nothing and had found everything.        MY STORY HAPPENS to be a particular kind of woman’s story; the story of the woman who drinks at home. I had

21. His Conscience

It Was The Only Part Of Him That Was Soluble To Alcohol.        HOW WAS I to Know that I was an alcoholic? No one ever told me that I was or even hinted that I had passed the point of no return. Some years ago my thinking was that alcoholics just did not live