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Story of the Day : March 29, 2008 It Was Only a Four-day Slip Volume 33 Issue 2 July 1976 WHEN I FIRST came into the AA program, one of the sayings I frequently heard was "one day at a time." Until recently, I didn't really understand what that meant. I was a person who couldn't live one day at a time. I was always trying to live in the future and the past. I was always trying to avoid my responsibilities. Now that I have the time and the patience, I am able to look back and see what I was doing to myself and to others. I was running away, from the people who cared about me and from the responsibilities that were put upon me. But most of all, I was running away from myself. I didn't want to deal with people or their problems. But most of all, I didn't want to deal with myself. I was scared to see what I really was, rather than what I was pretending to be. I was scared to let the real me float to the surface. So I kept drowning it with booze. I had my first drink when I was in junior high school, just to make myself look like an adult in other people's eyes. Then, as time went on, I noticed that I was slipping in school and starting to lose friends. Somehow. I didn't seem to care. The only thing I really cared about was making sure I had something to drink. At that point, I had an increasing dependence on alcohol. But it didn't bother me. I just wanted to keep on going the way I was. Then I started getting into trouble--small things at first and short sentences in a house of correction later. During one of these times, it was suggested that I so to a few AA meetings. I laughed, because I thought an alcoholic was someone who was very old and had nothing better to do than drink. A few weeks went by, and I decided to go to at least one meeting. I went, and liked it. But I didn't like what some of the speakers had to say, because it really hit home with me. After the meeting, I pulled a speaker aside and asked him how I, too, could attain the sobriety and happiness that he had. He told me that if I continued to come to the meetings and followed the suggestions the Twelve Steps offered, I would soon be in the same position he was. So from that moment on, I followed all the suggestions. I even got into a program that allowed me to go outside the institution once a week, to a meeting in a nearby town. I went to my first outside meeting, and I was never so scared in my whole life. I remember that I sat all the way in the last row. But it seemed that everyone sensed I was a newcomer, and one by one they all came over to talk to me or shake my hand or just say hello. One person suggested that I should pick a sponsor, so I picked the first two people I talked to, a married couple. As time went by, I grew very close to these people. They had accepted me for what I was. They weren't concerned with my past, but with my future. They helped me get into a halfway house when I was released on parole. But things didn't continue to be so great. I started to change inside myself. I started to have doubts about the program and to wonder if I was truly living up to it. I got a little too smart for myself. I thought I had learned all there was to learn about the AA program. And then it happened. I had a slip. It only lasted four days, but I will never forget those four days as long as I live--because in that short period of time, I took a man's life. All during the time that I waited for trial, and even after receiving a life sentence, I learned a lot of valuable lessons. But the most important one is that I am powerless over alcohol and that my life has become unmanageable. If I should ever forget that lesson, I would be doomed. G. W. Massachusetts