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November 2001

I came to my first AA meeting after having spent thirty days not drinking, to prove that I wasn't an alcoholic. Following this month of abstinence, I walked into a liquor store and went home with my bottles, saying all the while, “I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this.” By evening I was totally drunk, had a huge fight with my husband (during which I threw my glasses at him and broke them), and then—“just to show him”—I called the AA hotline. The one thing I remember from that conversation was being told that the next meeting was a womens' meeting the following evening, at the one church in the area I knew, literally one mile down the street from where we lived.

So I came into the Fellowship, taking Step One wholeheartedly; I knew I was an alcoholic and that my life was unmanageable. But that was as far as I was able to go at the time. I wanted nothing to do with the concept of God, so my sponsor told me that I could use the group as my Higher Power. Since I wanted what those people had, I was willing to do that. So the Sisters in Sobriety became not only my home group, but also my Higher Power.

That was the end of March; in June I had promised to go to Maine to deliver a paper. My husband and I had planned a swing through the northern states to visit friends and family, staying in Maine with a friend with whom I always spent a night drinking whenever we got together. I was anxious about the trip. Looking back, I realize that although I was to some extent on a pink cloud, I was also fearful of many things, since sobriety was so new. So one thing I did right was to let my friend know that I was not drinking and I was in AA.

When we got to Maine, it turned out that my friend had planned a party while we were there. When I expressed some fear about that, she reassured me that she wouldn't be drinking and there would be other people who wouldn't be drinking. I was still anxious, since the only way I knew to meet and talk to strangers was to have a few drinks first.

When the evening came, everyone drank. Some left fairly early, but those who stayed to party and to dance were drinking a lot. All except me. You know how I felt. Then the moment came when everyone was in the living room dancing or in clusters “discussing” various topics, and I was sitting alone at the kitchen table (the kitchen was the designated smoking area) smoking cigarettes and feeling left out. And to my immediate left sat a nearly full fifth of Jamesons.

Now Scotch is my drug of choice, but Irish will do in a pinch. I swear, it was speaking to me, calling my name. So I did what I had heard in AA to do—I called on my Higher Power. I conjured up the womens' group at the table around me: Susan, Dee, Joanne, Carole, Patsy, the whole crew. And I told them I didn't want to drink but I wanted a drink. That I wanted sobriety but I was sorely tempted. I told them I didn't know what to do.

And they said, “What do you want to do?” And I said, “I don't want to drink.” And they said, “So, what do you want to do instead?” and I said, “I want to go to bed.” And they said, “So?” and I realized that was what I should do. I hesitated briefly—what would people think if I went to bed in the middle of a party? But I knew that I needed to do what was right for me.

Luckily, the apartment was laid out so that the bedroom we were using was not one anyone needed to go through. I just slipped away to the bedroom, lay awake all of about five minutes, and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke at dawn with a winged heart. I had made it through a difficult situation where there was liquor readily available and did not drink. What joy! I made coffee, went for a walk, came home, and, I must confess, took great pleasure in being obnoxiously cheerful around some seriously hungover people.

Since then I have found a Higher Power to whom I can pray morning, noon, and night, and whenever I need help. My home group is still Sisters in Sobriety, and though some of the women have moved or moved on, there are always new and wonderful people to welcome to this life-saving Fellowship.

And what I keep discovering over and over again is that this program really works, that it is filled with “firsts,” each of which reinforces my faith and gratitude, and that with each one I am witnessing a miracle.

Mary C.

Orangeburg, South Carolina