TRUSTED SERVANTS
They are servants. Theirs is the sometimes thankless
privilege of doing the group’s chores.
TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 134
In Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kazantzakis describes an
encounter between his principle character and an old
man busily at work planting a tree. “What is it that
you are doing?” Zorba asks. The old man replies: “You
can see very well what I am doing, my son, I’m planting
a tree.” “But why plant a tree,” Zorba asks, “if you
won’t be able to see it bear fruit?” And the old man
answers: “I, my son, live as though I were never going
to die.” The response brings a faint smile to Zorba’s
lips and, as he walks away, he exclaims with a note of
irony: “How strange — I live as though I were going
to die tomorrow!”
As a member of Alcoholics Anonymous, I have found that
the Third Legacy is a fertile soil in which to plant
the tree of my sobriety. The fruits I harvest are
wonderful: peace, security, understanding and twenty-four
hours of eternal fulfillment; and with the soundness of
mind to listen to the voice of my conscience when, in
silence, it gently speaks to me, saying: You must let go
in service. There are others who must plant the harvest.