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Being selfish in AA means using our normal minds to think objectively and constructively about the things around us, something we could never do with our brains paralyzed by liquor.
Being selfish in AA further helps us to be big enough to overcome resentments, humble enough to overlook fancied slights and wrongs, honest enough to evaluate things in their true perspective, serene enough to accept the things we cannot change, and sensible enough to judge what the finer things of life really are, instead of chasing myths and material things!
Being selfish in AA also means taking a look at our environment, and the people we associate with. We no longer want to be argumentative and full of self-pity. Somehow, we slowly but surely cut loose from this sort of thing. It is time-consuming, it is destructive, it could lead to “stinking thinking.” It is not the way we want to live anymore, and we do something constructive about it.
Gone are the fears, the tensions, the self-pity, the apprehensions. We become imbued each new day with vigor and hope, a clear conscience, a renewed strength of both body and spirit, and, last and most important, we receive the greatest gift of all, peace of mind.
It is simple, it is selfish, it is AA, and it works wonders.
F.R., Moorestown, N.J.
How AA Works
May 1972
Contrary to the advice of the AAs who say, “Don’t bother to find out why,” I have always been curious as to why AA has had the success it has. As a man who’s been around AA for a long time, I understand that AA cannot and does not help everybody. But it does offer the greatest help to the largest number of alcoholics of any system that has been offered to date. Why?
My friends ask, “What goes on at an AA meeting? How does it happen that a guy who was just throwing everything away has suddenly started to come back and is well and happy and is carrying his weight in the world?”
If I say, “Well, we meet together, we alcoholics,” he says, “Yeah, yeah.” So I say, “We have some speakers, and one of the speakers will get up and talk about his experiences and how AA helped him. Another guy will tell his experiences, and often we have a third fellow who sums up what the other two have said, and we say the Lord’s Prayer, have coffee and doughnuts, and go home.”
The guy says, “And that keeps you sober?’’
Obviously, there’s a great deal more at work to enable us to overcome the obsession with alcohol and the compulsion to drink. I offer you my own analysis, for what it’s worth. You know there is no party line in AA; this analysis represents a distillation of what I’ve learned about myself and what I’ve heard at countless AA meetings.
It’s this simple, I think: AA meets the needs of the alcoholic in a way that satisfies him. Let’s examine these needs. They’re no different, by the way, from the needs of all humanity; but by the time AA sees the alcoholic, these needs have become acute and hence are often more urgent, more present, more demanding than they are in the ordinary run of mankind.
The first of these needs is hope. If one word had been used to describe the alcoholic more often than any other, I suspect it is “hopeless.” “John is a good guy, he’s smart enough, he’s able, he’s bright, he’s capable. But he can’t stay sober; he’s hopeless.”
If that is repeated over and over again—John and other alcoholics do not live in a vacuum—we hear what is said. We shrug it off for a while, don’t we? “A lot of bluenoses!” we say. We seek explanations outside ourselves: it was raining; it was clear weather; the team won; the team lost; Republicans won; Republicans lost; I made a lot of money; I lost a lot of money.
Always, there’s the same delusion in the back of our minds: “I can quit.” Finally, we get tired of this constant repetition, and we try to stop. We can’t. Anxiety gives way to panic, panic to depression, depression to hopelessness. And we reach the point where we drink simply because we can’t see any other way out, and we can’t stand what is happening to us. Until that little flicker of hope is lighted in the alcoholic’s heart, nothing is going to happen.
The greatest sin that one alcoholic can commit against another is to perpetuate the idea of hopelessness. Even if you find that you aren’t the man or woman to help, never let him feel that he’s hopeless. Let him feel that you haven’t been the one who’s able to supply the answers. If we turn our backs on the alcoholic, who in God’s name—and I say this reverently—who in God’s name is going to help him? You and I are the people who know from our own experience that there is hope, that alcoholics can come back from the very depths. This hope is the priceless ingredient for recovery. This, AA gives, most frequently not in mere words. Upon the alcoholic’s first contact with AA, as he looks around the room and sees men and women respectably clothed and in their right minds, enjoying themselves, that flicker of hope begins to bum. And he says to himself, “If these jokers can do it, I can.” The first need, beyond any other, is hope. Without it, there is nothing.
The second need—and this is almost as desperate, because it accompanies the first—is the need to be welcomed back into the human race. The alcoholic has experienced universal rejection. Every man’s hand is against him; the doors of employment are closed; his friends do not invite him around anymore because he’s a nuisance; sometimes the door of his own home is closed to him. And he begins to feel that horrible sensation that he is insignificant to every other living human being.
There are a few rare souls who can live in total solitude, but they are very rare. Most of us need some significance and importance in the eyes of others. We must have some meaning, be it only to one other person. And yet we often reach the point where we think nobody cares whether we live or die, except for the people who wish we would die.
Couple that feeling of utter loneliness with the feeling that you can’t do anything about it, and you begin to understand the depths to which alcoholism reduces the individual. He becomes a man of no importance to anybody, in a situation from which he can find no escape. This is why the outstretched hand of AA is so vital. In my work at the clinic, I heard hundreds of men tell about their first AA experiences, and over and over again it went something like this: “I told these guys I’d go to this meeting, and one of them came around to pick me up. We went, and they met on the second floor somewhere, and I stumbled up the steps and came into this room, and some guy was up front talking, but I couldn’t hear what he said. A couple of guys shook my hand. Another one put his arm around my shoulder, and a third one gave me a cup of coffee. These guys had never seen me before—they didn’t know me from a bag of beans—but all of a sudden I felt they liked me.’’
An elementary thing, you say? Of no importance? Nonsense! When you’ve been lost, lonely, forgotten, rejected, it’s the most important thing in the world to have somebody shake your hand.
So we have first, hope; second, acceptance as a human being. Third, as we all know from our First Step, the alcoholic desperately needs to admit what’s wrong with him. To us in AA, it isn’t surprising that the drinking alcoholic doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, though everybody else does. But this is the nature of the disease, isn’t it? It blinds us to what we’re doing and what’s happening to us. Oh yes, we know we’re having some sort of trouble with alcohol, but we blame it on others; we look outside ourselves.
Here’s another priceless gift that AA provides: frank, sometimes brutal, but loving confrontation with our problem. We give all our excuses, and the AA guys laugh at us. Even if your wife was as beautiful and loving as Venus (they say in effect), even if your boss was the most wonderful guy and was going to give you a raise, even if the Democrats were going to win next year, it wouldn’t make any difference. You still couldn’t drink! Over and over again, they tell us. The evidence is too strong to withstand, and finally they get us to admit that we are alcoholics.
We’ve got to begin here—but admission is just a cerebral function. When I was a reporter in Philadelphia, I often wrote about Joe Blow, who was arrested by the police beside the open door of a store, with a lot of