Alcoholics Anonymous

by Alcoholics Anonymous

brain hemorrhage, which completely paralyzed one side of my body. I probably did my First Step the day I came by ambulance to Western Hospital. A night-shift nurse asked me, “Mr. B., why do you drink so much? You have a wonderful wife, a bright little boy. You have no reason to drink like that. Why do you?” Being honest for the first time, I said, “I don’t know, Nurse. I really don’t know.” That was many years before I learned about the Fellowship. You might think I’d tell myself, “If alcohol causes so much harm, I will stop drinking.” But I found countless reasons to prove to myself that alcohol had nothing to do with my misfortunes. I told myself it was because of fate, because everyone was against me, because things weren’t going well. I sometimes thought that God did not exist. I thought, “If this loving God exists, as they say, He would not treat me this way.