Back On My Feet

PO Box 1980

Back on My Feet

BY: JUNE B. | OLD TOWN, MAINE

I am an elderly woman who, much to her regret, found AA and her Higher Power late in life. A few months ago, I celebrated my first anniversary. Having forged a wonderful relationship with this Higher Power, I rationalized that my need for AA was no longer that great. I went from attending six or seven meetings a week to one or two. What, after all, did an old lady have to offer?

Last week, a friend unexpectedly invited me to attend a meeting in a nearby town. Afterward, as we stepped from the light of the hall into the darkness, he offered his arm, which I took, as my night vision is absolutely nonexistent. But when we came to a group of men standing around talking and my friend stopped to join in, I let go of his arm and ventured forward alone.

Suddenly, I fell flat on my face. I lay there, shocked and disbelieving. Opening my eyes, I could see only a circle of hands reaching down. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I thought: “This is how it was when I first came to AA. I had fallen flat and the strong hands of AA reached down to help me up.”

Later, resting safely in my recliner, the lesson blossomed fully in my mind: “I still needed, would always need, the strong arm of AA to guide me. And God needed AA–maybe even me–to help him with the work of salvaging and maintaining us drunks.”

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“Back On My Feet”.  https://www.aagrapevine.org/magazine/2002/jan/po-box-1980-4.  04 June 2021