Mike had a problem with the spiritual tone of the program, being a heathen and all. But he was satisfied in the end with the Higher Power (as we each know Him) being his Self Control. He decided to believe in himself!
He liked his group a lot. After a while. We live in a large town where there are many groups and meetings 7 days a week, morning noon and evening.
He chose a noon group pretty far from our neighborhood and it had several major type of members, each who helped the dynamic work well...I know this because I went at first and met everyone over time.
There were the old timers, sober forever, who came almost as part of their social life. They came most days and encouraged the young folks with stories of their young foolish days and their years of successful sobriety. A lot of them were men from WW II and the Korean War.
There were the middle aged folks who were in the process of making a mess of their lives, their families, their careers.
There were the folks there on court orders of course.
And the young turks I call them...full of themself and sober 10 minutes and likely to fall off the wagon mid afternoon.
Mike became sort of the mascot...the poster boy for why not to drink alcohically. If you get cirrhosis, you die! He toddled in there barely able to walk or talk most days. They took care of him like a well loved failing German Shephard. It was kind of sweet. They were wonderful when he got his transplant, called, send cards, made him a tee shirt and all signed it.
Several with Hep C admitted their diagnosis to him and they sort of had a little sub group...shared information, etc.
For a while Mike was stand offish, but he got into it. The guys and gals were great to me too. I sat outside 4-6 times a week for 7 months in a row and they all stopped to chat, checked with me to make sure he was doing okay, they worried about him.
In a way, those folks saved his life. He had his routine, he tried to help with the chairs. He went early to get his favorite seat (close to the door).
And he was invited to a wedding...an AA wedding. I wish he had continued with his meetings. But by the time he was feeling well enough to go off alone, he thought he was on top of the AA thing.
We'll see what he does with this next phase of his post transplant life. As we'll see what LJ does!
Mama Lama