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                                 to my problem, I told Dorie, my wife, “You can quit
                                 your job now; I will take care of you. From now on,
                                 you will take the place you deserve in this family.”
                                 However, she knew better. She said, “No, Dave, I will
                                 keep my job for a year while you go save the drunks.”
                                 That is exactly what I set out to do.
                                    As I look back on it now, I did everything wrong,
                                 but at least I was thinking of somebody else instead of
                                 myself. I had begun to get a little bit of something I
                                 am very full of now, and that is gratitude. I was be­
                                 coming increasingly grateful to the people in New
                                 York and to the God they referred to but whom I
                                 found difficult to reach. (Yet I realized I had to seek
                                 the Higher Power I was told about.)
                                    I was all alone in Quebec at that time. The Toronto
                                 Group had been in operation since the previous fall,
                                 and there was a member in Windsor who attended
                                 meetings across the river in Detroit. That was A.A. in
                                 its entirety in this country.
                                    One day I got a letter from a man in Halifax who
                                 wrote, “One of my friends, a drunk, works in
                                 Montreal, but he is currently in Chicago, where he
                                 went on a major binge. When he returns to Montreal,
                                 I’d like you to talk to him.”
                                    I met this man at his home. His wife was cooking
                                 dinner, their young daughter at her side. The man was
                                 wearing a velvet jacket and sitting comfortably in his
                                 parlor. I hadn’t met many people from high society. I
                                 immediately thought, “What’s going on here? This
                                 man isn’t an alcoholic!” Jack was a down-to-earth per­
                                 son. He was used to discussions about psychiatry, and
                                 the concept of a Higher Power didn’t appeal to him
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