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                                     256            ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS
                                     Twelve Steps to my daily living have utterly banished
                                     fear. But this would not be the truth. The most ac­
                                     curate answer I  can  give you is this: Fear has never
                                     again ruled my life since that day in September 1938,
                                     when I found that a Power greater than myself could
                                     not only restore me to sanity but could keep me both
                                     sober and sane. Never in sixteen years have I dodged
                                     anything because I was afraid of it. I have faced life
                                     instead of running away from it.
                                       Some of the things that used to stop me in my
                                     tracks from fear still make me nervous in the anticipa­
                                     tion of their doing, but once I kick myself into doing
                                     them, nervousness disappears and I enjoy myself. In
                                     recent years I have had the happy combination of time
                                     and money to travel occasionally. I am apt to get
                                     into quite an uproar for a day or two before starting, but
                                     I do start, and once started, I have a swell time.
                                       Have I ever wanted a drink during these years?
                                     Only once did I suffer from a nearly overpowering
                                     compulsion to take a drink. Oddly enough, the cir­
                                     cumstances and surroundings were pleasant. I was at
                                     a beautifully set dinner table. I was in a perfectly
                                     happy frame of mind. I had been in A.A. a year, and
                                     the last thing in my mind was a drink. There was a
                                     glass of sherry at my place. I was seized with an al­
                                     most uncontrollable desire to reach out for it. I shut
                                     my eyes and asked for help. In fifteen seconds or less,
                                     the feeling passed. There have also been numerous
                                     times when I have thought about taking a drink. Such
                                     thinking usually began with thoughts of the pleasant
                                     drinking of my youth. I learned early in my A.A. life
                                     that I could not afford to fondle such thoughts, as you
                                     might fondle a pet, because this particular pet could
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