"Who keeps us Sober?" This is a phrase that continuously pops up in the
12-step meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous. I've sat in my chair, patiently
thinking, "who is it that keeps me sober?" The leaders, the so-called
trusted sponsers, like to give credit to a Higher Power, or a Being that is
not on Earth. They say that I should place my trust in something that I
cannot see. They say that "[my] Higher Power" will keep me sober, and, at
the same time, "restore me to sanity." After my three months of sobriety,
all I can say is that from where I stand, the only person who has kept me
sober is myself.
The sponser approaches me, "Seth, you need to find something that is your
Higher Power, something that you know is your own version of a Higher
Power."
"Well, I believe in the Universe," I say. "So by the methods I should
adhere to by your 12-step strictures, I should give credit to planet
Jupiter. I guess it's not me doing it, but some far off asteroid, or a comet
that's ready to throttle itself into the sun. Gee... this makes me feel so
much better. Thanks for the credit, and the shiney, cheap token that you
give me for sweating out the last three months."
The sponser looks at me with downcast eyes.
"Seth, maybe you can see it in spirits. Maybe there's something out there
who you can pray to that will keep you sober."
I think for a moment. The image of my passed away grandfather pops into my
head.
layout...
"Are you telling me that I should give the credit to my dead grandfather?
The one who used to pilot steel-jets for Northwest? The man who used to
drink excessively? The man who would drink a bottle of whiskey and hit on
flight-attendants on flight 509? The man who used to get his kicks by
flirting with teenage girls while getting high by smoking drugs in an opium
den in some shady Saigon district. You want me to give him credit? Not only
is that insulting to me, but it's espeically insulting, and laughable to
him. If he could, he'd come back from the grave and say, 'those A.A. give
you no credit, kid. You keep yourself sober... not some "mystery spook!"
One day, a few weeks ago, you asked me how sober life was going. Well,
this is the best way I can describe it