It
perverts
the end of society and unfits us all those
distinguishing and exquisite feelings which are the cordial of life and
the noblest privileges of humanity. Ye will cease to be a Nation; Ye will
have neither heads to direct nor hands to protect. With this diabolical
Juice undermining all the power of your bodies and
minds. Deadly Medicine Creek We
alcoholics are men and women who have lost the ability to control our
drinking. We know that no real alcoholic ever recovers control. All of us felt at times we were regaining
control, but such intervals--usually brief--were inevitably followed by
still less control, which led in time to pitiful and incomprehensible
demoralization. We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are
in the grip of a progressive illness. Over any considerable period we get
worse, never better. Big Book pg. 30 The less people tolerated us, the more we withdrew from society,
from life itself. As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering
denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled
down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid
places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval.
Momentarily we did--then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to
face the hideous Four Horsemen--Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration,
Despair. Unhappy drinkers who read this page will
understand! Big Book pg. 151 Grandfather, free me, free me of that bondage I created with
alcohol, let me experience the noble and exquisite feelings You have
created and given to me as part of your creation. The Power is yours,
Grandfather, thank you Grandfather. |