Chapter 11: Flooded With Feeling
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When a barrier to God collapsed, this self-described agnostic was at Step
Three.
WHEN I FIRST came to A.A., I thought everyone had drunk more than I had,
that everybody had gotten into more trouble. But I kept coming to meetings,
and after a while, I began to hear the beginnings of their stories. I came
to realize that I was on the same road. I just hadn't gone as far---yet.
I had my first drink in my senior year of high school. That first night, I
slipped out of the window so my parents wouldn't hear me leave. There were
four of us, and we only brought four bottles of home brew. I never made that
mistake again!
The next week, a bunch of us went camping, and we brought cases of beer. We
finished it all. The others drank a lot too, but I was the one who woke up
in the middle of the night and started wandering around the countryside by
the light of the moon. I was the one who walked for miles searching for
something. I know now what I was looking for. Unlike the rest of them, I
wanted another drink.
I had a great time that summer between high school and college. It revolved
around drinking: drinking and football, drinking and hunting, drinking and
playing pool, drinking and driving. Nothing really bad happened, but it
could have. I nearly got arrested. A friend just missed being shot. The car
I was riding in stopped just before it crashed.
I don't think most moderate, social drinkers remember so clearly the night
they had their first drink. I'm sure that very few of them make that date
into an annual celebration by getting as drunk as possible. It was in my
second year of drinking that I started saying that if you can still feel
your face, you're not drunk enough. In my third year I drank homemade peach
wine, and when it was gone, I had some whiskey. That night, I vomited, in a
blackout.
Soon I found that I didn't get as sick on vodka. Drinking vodka was like
something out of science fiction---I could be someplace one moment and
instantly transported to somewhere else the next. I could never seem to find
that happy balance. I remember going to a party. I started drinking, and
suddenly I could talk to anybody. I was having a lot of fun, but I kept on
drinking. Soon I could barely walk. A friend drove me home that night, but I
sometimes drove a car when I was too drunk to walk.
I became a teacher and didn't drink too often for a while. When I did drink,
I almost always got drunk. The teachers would get together a couple times a
year for a poker party. I usually didn't drink anything. One time I did, and
I made a fool of myself. I decided that drinking just wasn't fun anymore. I
quit.
My cure for drinking was isolation. I would get up, go to work, come home,
watch TV, and go to bed. It got to the point where I couldn't remember
anything good that had ever happened. I couldn't imagine anything good ever
happening in the future. Life had shrunk down to an endless, awful now. The
depression became so bad that only medical treatment kept me from killing
myself. After seven months the doctor took me off the medication. I wasn't
suicidal, but I wasn't very happy, either.
A new teacher came to my school, and I invited myself over to her place for
a drink. I remember telling her, as I lifted the glass, that this might not
be such a great idea but, "I believe it's worth the risk." As casually as
that, I began drinking again. At the winter break she went to visit her
boyfriend. I was alone again.
Two days before Christmas I went to a party. I wasn't going to drink because
I had driven there and I knew that drinking and driving was a bad idea for
me. I wasn't feeling particularly good or bad---just a little uncomfortable
because I didn't know most of the people there. I was sitting on the couch
one minute and up drinking a glass of wine the next. There was no conscious
premeditation at all.
This is the point when many people say, "And I went on drinking for ten more
years." Instead, an odd thing happened. A few days later a teacher came up
to me at work and said that she was an alcoholic and that she was going to
A.A. She had never seen me drink, so I don't know what made her do that.
The next day I asked her how often she went to meetings. "Once a week?" I
asked. No. She said that she had been going nearly every day for almost six
months. That seemed a little extreme, but I thought that maybe if I went to
a meeting with her, it might help her out. Besides, I was lonely.
Halfway through the meeting I had the strangest idea. People were
introducing themselves as alcoholics, and I had the urge to do the same.
This was peculiar because I wasn't, of course. Later, my friend asked me
what I thought of the meeting. I said that I didn't really know. It was only
much later I realized that for the first time in years, I felt that I
belonged.
The next day we went to another meeting, and this time I did say I was an
alcoholic. I went to the third meeting by myself. I was nervous. I felt as
if I were about to jump out of my skin. I did something that was amazing to
me. Before the meeting I stuck out my hand and introduced myself as a
newcomer. I had someone to talk to. I calmed down.
From time to time I would tell the truth. I said in a meeting that I was
afraid to get a sponsor because I was afraid he might ask me to do
something. I left that meeting with a phone number. I called it, and sure
enough, my new sponsor started leading me through the steps, using the Big
Book.
I called him every day. I told him that I just didn't want to be an
alcoholic. He said it didn't matter what I wanted. The question I had to
answer for myself was whether I was or I wasn't. He even suggested that I
could try a little controlled drinking if I wasn't sure. I knew I had never
been able to do that. I didn't have to do any more "research." All I really
had to do was review the drinking I had already done.
I remember telling a friend years ago that I didn't have a drinking problem,
I had a stopping problem. We laughed. It was true, but there was something
else going on, something that never occurred to me until I came to A.A. I
didn't just have a stopping problem. I had a starting problem too. No matter
how often I stopped, or for how long, I always started drinking again.
After not drinking for three months, I was on the phone with the friend who
had taken me to that first meeting. I was complaining to her about problems
at work and how my sponsor didn't understand me. Later in the conversation I
mentioned that even when I described myself as agnostic, I thought maybe
something was watching out for me. She asked, "Isn't it about time you made
a decision?"
I knew where to look in the Big Book, and I had been careful to avoid it
until then. I turned to the Third Step Prayer and quietly read it to her
over the phone. Nothing happened. I didn't expect anything to happen. Then,
for some reason, I turned back to the words, "No one among us has been able
to maintain anything like perfect adherence to these principles." They
echoed in my mind.
Something happened. A barrier collapsed. Without moving or speaking, I was
carried away on a flood of emotion, yet at the same time, I was completely
aware of myself and my surroundings. I could hear my friend's voice asking
what had happened to me. I couldn't answer. I still can't explain it.
I know that I took the Third Step (turning my will and my life over to a
Higher Power) that night because I began writing a Fourth Step inventory the
next day, and I continued to write until I did the Fifth Step with my
sponsor. Soon I had a list of people I had harmed. I talked about each of
the amends with my sponsor. By the time I had started setting things right
with my family, I began to feel a lot better.
More than eleven years later it's hard to recapture the feelings of that
night. What do I believe as a result? I can say that doubting God's
existence was no barrier at all to a spiritual experience. Also, I can say
that having such an experience didn't lead me to any certainty about God.
Alcoholics Anonymous gives me the freedom to believe and to doubt as much as
I need to.
I do know that my life is different now. I haven't had a drink since I came
to A.A. I have fewer resentments, and I don't spend much time thinking about
the past. I've found that my experience can be of help to other people. I
have come to believe that hard times are not just meaningless suffering and
that something good might turn up at any moment. That's a big change for
someone who used to come to in the morning feeling sentenced to another day
of life. When I wake up today, there are lots of possibilities. I can hardly
wait to see what's going to happen next.
I keep coming back because it works.