A divorcee dating a widower
"He happened to be, by the grace of God," Bob wrote, "Dr. He had regained the love of his family and the respect of the community, and said the past few years had been the happiest of my life, spent helping others who were afflicted with alcoholism. She had several slips, but was sober over a year when she wrote her story for the Big Book. Where I started trying out all the doctors, hospitals and cures (the Sanitarium three times) so I've lots to do. She had been unhappy, lonely, and scared for so long that when she discovered alcohol it seemed to be the answer to all her problems.
His marriage suffered, his values became distorted, and by forty his health was severely damaged. His children were usually desperately in need because he spent his money for drinking instead of providing for them.Even in prison he was always fighting the system, even to the extent of using his body: he cracked his leg with a sixteen-pound sledge hammer in the rock hole; he let lye and water eat away at four of his toes and his foot for five hours. Get her something to drink." The servant came back with a water glass full of bourbon and made her drink it down. "I walked down that aisle just like May West in her prime. From that day on she used alcohol to ease social situations and didn't know when she crossed over the line into alcoholism. She was too weak to continue this day-by-day suicide. During his last confinement his friend was not there, but soon he came to visit and to carry the message of A. He was a prominent lawyer, had been a city councilman, and was a well-adjusted family man and active in his church.She divorced her husband after seven years and went home to her parents, but couldn't stand living with them and went back to Texas and remarried her ex-husband. The drinking got worse; her husband would come home day after day to find her passed out. A patrol car passed and saw her staggering and stopped to take her home, but she got "sassy" with him so he took the dog home and took poor Esther to jail. When her husband came to get her the look of disgust on his face helped her to hit bottom. Nonetheless, he had been hospitalized eight times in the past six months because of his alcoholism and got drunk even before he got home.A'.s, and who can doubt that Bill already dwells in one of those many mansions in the great beyond.The force of the great example that Bill set in our pioneering time will last as long as A. itself."There is indication in the Akron archives that Marie may have written the first draft of "To Wives," which Bill then edited. Bob and the Good Oldtimers" and "Lois Remembers" both state that Bill wrote it.The short biographies of the various authors of the stories in the back of the book - Alcoholics Anonymous have been graciously supplied by Nancy O., the moderator of the AA History Lovers list and her friends. 554 3rd edition "God willing, we may never again have to deal with drinking, but we have to deal with sobriety every day." Bob joined A. in New York City in 1961, probably never dreaming one day he would be the manager of A. Bob was born in Houston, Texas, but raised in Kansas, the only child of loving parents.
His parents drank only socially, and his father gave him his first drink -- a tiny glass of sherry to celebrate the New York -- when he was thirteen.
Old-timers in Akron said he was indeed a grand chap, when sober, one of the most engaging people they ever knew. He never drove a car, but he went to meetings every night, standing around with his thumbs in his vest like a Kentucky colonel. Various theories include (1) he wanted to be paid for the story, (2) he was too prominent a person, (3) he was too humble to have his story appear.
One said: "I thought I was a real big shot because I took Bill D. But in 1952 he told an interviewer that he hadn't been much interested in the project or perhaps thought it unnecessary.
She was sent to a mental hospital where they kept her seventeen days. When admitted this time he had DTs and had blacked the eyes of two nurses before they managed to strap him down. Within a week, he was back in court, sober, and arguing a case.
A nurse commented that he was a grand chap "when sober."He walked out of that hospital on July 4, never to drink again. The message had been successfully shared a second time. Bob was no fluke, and apparently you did not have to be indoctrinated by the Oxford Group before the message could take hold.
"It is only when a man has tried everything else, when in utter desperation and terrific need he turns to something bigger than himself, that he gets a glimpse of the way out.