Some of us come into recovery because we have finally reached the point where we cannot see ourselves with or without alcohol. We had enough of the pain, the lies and the destruction that alcohol brings.
We arrive at the doors of A.A. broken, lost and hopeless. Then a hand will reach out to us, the hand of a stranger. By now any memory of kindness is long forgotten, most people have long given up hope on us, and the truth be told, we cannot blame them.
Trust doesn’t come easy for us anymore, but slowly, we learn these strangers only want one thing from us, to get well. And we ask ourselves: ‘But why would they care?’ They care simply because there is someone else out there as broken, lost and hopeless as we were, to who we have to put out our hand. Everything in life comes with a price, so does A.A. and it is not the 7th tradition, the price we pay for our sobriety is to pass on the message of hope to the next broken and lost person that walks through the door.
― Kalu Ndukwe Kalu