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Butterfly On A Pink Flower

Daily Reflections

I’M PART OF THE WHOLE

At once, I became a part–if only a tiny part–of
a cosmos….
AS BILL SEES IT, p. 225

When I first came to A.A., I decided that “they” were
very nice people–perhaps a little naive, a little too
friendly, but basically decent, earnest people (with
whom I had nothing in common). I saw “them” at meetings
–after all, that was where “they” existed. I shook
hands with “them” and, when I went out the door, I
forgot about “them.” Then one day my Higher Power,
whom I did not then believe in, arranged to create a
community project outside of A.A., but one which
happened to involve many A.A. members. We worked
together, I got to know “them” as people. I came to
admire “them,” even to like “them” and, in spite of
myself, to enjoy “them.” “Their” practice of the
program in their daily lives–not just talk at meetings
–attracted me and I wanted what they had. Suddenly the
“they” became “we.” I have not had a drink since.