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                                     anyone get out of it? Haven’t I been successful,
                                     haven’t I accomplished extraordinary things in busi­
                                     ness? What do I get out of it? Everything’s all wrong
                                     and the hell with it. For the last two years of my
                                     drinking, I prayed during every drunk that I wouldn’t
                                     wake up again. Three months before I met Jackie, I
                                     had made my second feeble try at suicide.
                                       This was the background that made me willing to
                                     listen on January  8. After being dry two weeks and
                                     sticking close to Jackie, all of a sudden I found I had
                                     become the sponsor of my sponsor, for he was sud­
                                     denly taken drunk. I was startled to learn he had only
                                     been off the booze a month or so himself when he
                                     brought me the message! However, I made an SOS
                                     call to the New York Group, whom I hadn’t met yet,
                                     and they suggested we both come there. This we did
                                     the next day, and what a trip! I really had a chance to
                                     see myself from a nondrinking point of view. We
                                     checked into the home of Hank, the man who had fired
                                     me eleven years before in Mississippi, and there I met
                                     Bill, our founder. Bill had then been dry three years
                                     and Hank, two. At the time, I thought them just a
                                     swell pair of screwballs, for they were not only going
                                     to save all the drunks in the world but also all the so-
                                     called normal people! All they talked of that first
                                     weekend was God and how they were going to
                                     straighten out Jackie’s and my life. In those days we
                                     really took each other’s inventories firmly and often.
                                     Despite all this, I did like these new friends because,
                                     again, they were like me. They had also been peri­
                                     odic big shots who had goofed out repeatedly at the
                                     wrong time, and they also knew how to split one paper
                                     match into three separate matches. (This is very use­
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