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Hear me! My chiefs, I am tired, my heart is sick and sad. From
where the sun now stands I will fight no more
forever. Chief Joseph Nez Perce "We admitted we
were powerless over alcohol--that our lives had become
unmanageable." Who cares to admit complete defeat? Practically no one of course.
Every natural instinct cries out against the idea of personal
powerlessness. It is truly awful to admit that, glass in hand, we have
warped our minds into such an obsession for destructive drinking only an
act of No
other kind of bankruptcy is like this one. Alcohol, now become the
rapacious creditor, bleeds us of all self-sufficiency and all will to
resist its demands. Once this stark fact is accepted, our bankruptcy as
going human concerns is complete. But upon entering A.A. we soon take quite another view of this
absolute humiliation. We perceive that only through our utter defeat are
we able to take our first steps toward liberation and strength. Our
admissions of personal powerlessness finally turn out to be firm bedrock
upon which happy and purposeful lives may be
built. Twelve Steps & Twelve Traditions pg.
21 Grandfather help us, we are tired and weak.
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