I used to go to meetings every Friday and Saturday night. Then the pandemic hit. That event changed things for the longest time.
I'm a truck driver. I usually leave out on Sunday mornings and return on Thursdays. Been trying to get back to normal by going to a meeting on Thursday and Friday nights. I didn't make it this Thursday because I didn't make it home until this evening. But I made it to one tonight. As a matter of fact, I decided to sign the roster and make it my home group.
I'm meeting fellow AA's and getting to know people. I'm always glad to meet people in the program of Alcoholics Anonymous because they are there for the same reason that I am. We drank too much for too long.
They understand me and I understand them.
It tells us on pg 17 in the big book of AA;
We are people who normally
would not mix. But there exists among us a fellowship, a friendliness, and an understanding which is indescribably wonderful. We are like the passengers of a great liner the moment after rescue from shipwreck when camaraderie, joyousness and democracy pervade the vessel from steerage to Captain’s table. Unlike the feelings of the ship’s passengers, however, our joy in escape from disaster does not subside as we go our individual ways. The feeling of having shared in a common peril is one element in the powerful cement which binds us.
