The day I sought help from AA was in a wonderfully hot August, contrasting vividly with the dreich outlook from my window this morning. The blizzard has been hurtling across the loch and the snow is gradually obliterating the view from the window. The weather conditions don’t reflect the feeling inside!
That summer day in 1979 had found me tormented, frightened and desperate. While the memories of the weather may fade, I dare not forget the extent of the misery from which I’ve been delivered. Now, despite the external storm, there’s a warmth and contentment being experienced which is deeply rewarding. My home meeting was in serious danger of not taking place last night as, one by one, it became clear that members were not able to reach it on account of the snow. However, another four members were able to make their way to the hall and it was a most rewarding meeting for me. Now there appears to be a blue patch in the sky, “enough to patch a Dutchman’s breeks,” and the sun is shining through. Without a storm there is no real appreciation of the sun.
Isn’t it the same with recovery in the Fellowship? The more I recall the misery of my erstwhile life as a practising alcoholic, the more I relish the sheer, exquisite joy of just being sober.
Wishing you many sunny days.

Yours aye,

Donald,
Skye