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My Home Group: Primary Purpose – Tom D_Apr 2019
The Primary Purpose Group (Thursday, Fellowship Hall, 7:00pm) has a colorful history. The meeting was started as a Big Book Study around 1986 with 3 to 7 members headed by Minnesota Bill at the old Dirks Field location. Minnesota Bill delighted in sharing about his sponsor, Joe of the Joe and Charley tapes. Bill returned
My PRAASA Experience – Evan J_Apr 2019
Hello my name is Evan and I am an alcoholic. Praasa 2019 was held in Irvine, California. I arrived Friday morning curious as to what this experience would have in store for this alcoholic. Usually it’s some kind of god shot or I meet an old friend from the past. For me, I enjoy living
My Obsession & its Removal – Joe T_Apr 2019
I knew I had an addiction that I couldn’t escape. I had tried, a myriad of permutations, to stop of my own accord. There was a true experience of awe and terror when that realization began to drown me like the tide coming in. I was going to die, slowly, and I was so vastly
My Home Group: Fresh Air Serenity Seekers – Chick B_Mar 2019
This is an open meeting that gathers 5 days a week, Monday through Friday. Readings from chapters 3 & 5 out of the “Big Book” are followed by celebrating certain lengths of sobriety. A different person chairs each day who calls on people to share on a topic they have chosen. This is the story
Before Sobriety (Story #1) – Anonymous_Mar 2019
I first experimented with alcohol at twelve years of age. One hot summer day, my dad gave me a beer at Dummer’s Beach. I didn’t like it at all. But, I do remember how it made me feel. I knew that big people drank alcohol. For the first time in my life, I felt like
Preface: 40 Years of Sober Stories – Anonymous_Mar 2019
When I celebrated forty years of sobriety, a friend of mine suggested I write my story. I rejected that suggestion with the rationale “I don’t think I have the attention span to write my story.” My friend countered by asking if I would consider writing down some of my shorter stories. I agreed to write
The Perfect High – Shel Silverstein
There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy. He was nothing like me or you. ’Cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar, sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked bananas – which was then the thing to do. He tried aspirin in