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debris. One man comes back, closing the door behind
him.
He looks at me. “You think you are hopeless, don’t
you?” he asks.
“I know it,” I reply.
“Well, you’re not,” says the man. “There are men
on the streets of New York today who were worse
than you, and they don’t drink anymore.”
“What are you doing here then?” I ask.
“I went out of here nine days ago saying that I was
going to be honest, but I wasn’t,” he answers.
A fanatic, I thought to myself, but I was polite.
“What is it?” I enquire.
Then he asks me if I believe in a power greater
than myself, whether I call that power God, Allah,
Confucius, Prime Cause, Divine Mind, or any other
name. I told him that I believe in electricity and
other forces of nature, but as for a God, if there is one,
He has never done anything for me. Then he asks me
if I am willing to right all the wrongs I have ever
done to anyone, no matter how wrong I thought the
others were. Am I willing to be honest with myself
about myself and tell someone about myself, and am
I willing to think of other people, of their needs instead
of myself, in order to get rid of the drink problem?
“I’ll do anything,” I reply.
“Then all of your troubles are over,” says the man
and leaves the room. The man is in bad mental shape
certainly. I pick up a book and try to read, but I can­
not concentrate. I get in bed and turn out the light.
But I cannot sleep. Suddenly a thought comes. Can
all the worthwhile people I have known be wrong
about God? Then I find myself thinking about myself